Up until recently maintained as a museum, the childhood home of the Braddock family has been pressed into service as additional housing and classroom space for the Institute. Additionally, the increased demands have led to the main ballroom being converted into a cafeteria for both the Institute and those University students on a meal plan. Student reactions have been mixed, and reports of paranormal activity are as of yet unsubstantiated.
Connor flopped over onto the couch, looking up at the TV through his non-swolen eye. Bloody hell, that one hurt... he thought, knowing he should stay conscious, but... damn, was he tired now.
"Wha-? Oh... some blighter from Sunderland jumped me mate. Kicked the piker's arse, but he had a bloody bat. Who walks around with a bloody bat, really."
"Yeah, but he started the bloody fight!" He chuckled, then winced as he laid back on the couch. "Arsehole still couldn't pick a good fight, even with a bat, though..."
He shrugged. "Dunno. Bugger leaves my mates alone now, probably, so that'd be worth it. Probably shouldn't work tomorrow, though, so that wouldn't. So who knows. It was a toss-up. Is what it is."