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The Roof, Wednesday Morning

Before classes Wednesday morning, Bel headed upstairs to the roof ~~to check on the garden~~ have a cigarette.

For some reason, he was getting a strange distinctly emo vibe from the plants.

[ooc: Open for interaction because I don't want to work.]

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Ivanova quite liked the roof, really. It had a great view, there was usually a nice breeze. She wasn't being emo at all, really. She hesitated when she saw Bel there already, but nodded to him in a vaguely polite manner before finding a perch of her own, crosslegged on the wide railing that would probably be quite dangerous in high winds.

Bel stayed politely downwind until he finished his cigarette. "Hey," he said in greeting to Ivanova as she settled on her perch. "Careful there, you could fall off."

"Would it be very dramatic if I said that at this moment I didn't really care?" she murmured with a smile.

"Could be," Bel said. "What's wrong, or do you not want to talk about it?"

"Girlfriend troubles," she said succinctly. "Not troubles with the girlfriend per se, rather troubles associated with the two of us being together."

"She's graduating, and you're not?" Bel ventured a guess, glad that he and Phoebe were in the same class.

Ivanova shook her head, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. "She isn't a student. And as of two days from now, she isn't going to be a townie, either."

Bel leaned against the railing. "Why don't you go with her then?" he asked.

"She asked me and the first thing out of my mouth was 'Yes'," she replied, sighing a bit. "But I can't. We can't. She's been called home into a war, and I have standing orders to return to my station as soon as I graduate. Neither of us have much choice."

"That sucks," Bel said, imagining how he would feel if he and Phoebe had to part like that. "You can't like disobey orders or anything?"

"Always a possibility," Ivanova replied. "One that I have considered. Tonks would never let me do that for her, though. Just like I'd never let her do it for me. That's what makes it hard for us. Both of us are just too damned . . . honourable, I guess you could say. It isn't in us to abandon our posts." She abruptly buried her face in her knees. "I wasn't supposed to fall in love when I came to Fandom."

[[Must flee for class.]]

On the other side of the roof, Victor was walking around on the side of the building, thinking about the night before and his life in general. It felt like lately these waves were crashing down on him, and he didn't know what to do, except try to endure them. Thankfuly, he'd been able to deal with his problem with Nadia. He wasn't sure if he could ever fix his problem with Rory, though. She just didn't seem like the kind of girl who was ready to forgive and forget. Even with those two in perspective, though...he still felt like there was a lot more unfinished business.

As he got closer to the top of the wall, he heard voices talking on the rooftop. He didn't want to disturb them, so he shifted to look like the wall and peeked over the edge. When he saw that it was Ivanova and Bel having what looked like a personal conversation, he ducked abck down and began to crawl down the wall to his room. He had too much respect for Ivanova to eavesdrop on what she was saying, and Bel...well, Ivanova was his friend, at least.

Then, he paused. Maybe that was something he could fix, too. Everyone seemed to be scared of Bel, but if he and Ivanova were talking about something personal, maybe he'd calmed down a bit. Victor pursed his lips in thought, then nodded and continued his descent. There was something he could do, and he hoped that Bel was mature enough to be cool about it.

"Me neither," Bel said. "But I did and...it changed my life." He felt a little helpless, not knowing what to say. "Maybe you'll see each other again," he said. "And until then, you can try to be happy with the memories."

[np!]

"I came to Fandom because I was running away from love," she said wistfully. "I had thought I'd never get tangled up by it again. And then I met Tonks." She chuckled a bit. "We say we'll meet again, but she's a witch and I'm a captain in an interstellar battle fleet. You can't get much more star-crossed than that."

"Try a witch and a demon," Bel said, chuckling as well. "We kill each other's kind."

She laughed. "I think you win." She pointed a finger at him and mock-scowled. "Stay away from my girl," she growled, but the laughter in her voice rendered it completely non-threatening.

Bel held up his hands with a grin. "No worries," he said. "I'm a one witch demon."

"Good," she nodded firmly. "They say romance is supposed to be magical, but I'm fairly sure "they" didn't mean it literally." Ivanova chuckled again. "This place is so weird."

"But think of all the things you'd've missed if you never came here," Bel said. "Zombies, animated snowmen, vampires, demons, obnoxious chalkboards, singing muppet rats...."

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