Sunday Evening - Fifth Floor Common Room

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter was sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in front of him and a box of cookies from J. GOB.  He'd found some Coca-Cola (and still couldn't get over the fact it came in cans now) and was flipping through the channels on the TV.

Oooh, war movie.  That looked interesting.  The planes looked familiar too.  Peter sat forward in his seat as the title rolled.  Rescuing Corproral Smith?  Did they make movies about World War II now?


OOC: open for all of course but especially saltandammo

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if that causes enough suffering," Willow said. She was pouting a little.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean's eyebrow went up. "Willow, do you have a werewolf problem?" he asked carefully.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Not anymore," Willow sighed.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"O...kay..." Dean said slowly, wondering if he missed part of the conversation somewhere. He did his best to offer... something. "If you do have any future werewolf problems, I'll be happy to help you with it. Have silver bullets, will travel."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow smiled. "Thanks, Dean. Shame I didn't know you before I came here."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well, you know me now," Dean pointed out, glad that he was able to make her smile again. She had a cute smile. "That'll have to do."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"If I meet any other werewolves like her, I will definitely send you their way," Willow said.

[ooc: must go to bed. night!]