Christmas Eve, Second Floor Common Room

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Sam sat in the common room, idly flipping through channels. No specials were on, and there was only so long she could watch the Yule log. She sipped occasionally from a glass of red wine.

She was trying very, very hard not to think of her father.

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Xander eyes his full-again glass, shrugs, half drains it with an eye-widening gulp, and finds himself snuggling down into his sleeping bag as he waits for the throat-burn to wear off. Getting drowsy. Listening to gremlins. Because he so needs more reasons to start 'you're never gonna believe this' e-mails to Willow. Except he can say 'you're never gonna believe this' in person, tomorrow morning.