5th Floor Common Room - evening

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie's having a *very* good day. She has a date for the Homecoming Dance. And somehow, she's been nominated for Sophomore court. It's probably a mistake, but still!

To celebrate, she's eating ice cream while doing her 21st Century homework. In a way. Spooky Things isn't a sitcom, but still...

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean wandered in. "Hey, Spooky Things," he said, noticing what was on the tv.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Dean!" Evie waved her spoon, managing (just) not to splatter ice cream on herself. "Yes! It's the show with the two spirit hunters! How are you? This is my homework!"

Yeah, even more Caff-Pow! than usual.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"As homework goes that's a good deal," Dean said, sitting down on the couch beside her. "It's not a bad show -- they don't always get the hunting details right, but speaking as an elder brother, they've got the brother dynamics down cold. And they have a cool car."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"That's a cool car?" Evie asked innocently. "It's certainly very fast. And what did they get wrong in the hunting?" She took another slurp of ice cream. "And do you think so? My older brother is much less responsible than that one up on the screen."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That's a cool car," Dean confirmed. "Not as cool as my Dad's but cool. And I bet your brother never had to look after you. That's where the responsibility comes from."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner came bopping in, a box of Oreos in hand. "Hello, fifth floor!"

He glanced at the TV screen as he sat down on the couch. "Oh, Spooky Things," he noted. "Y'know, the younger brother needs a haircut, dude. What's up with the shaggy look?"

You'd think he hadn't looked in a mirror in, oh, the past several months.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie blinked at him, and slurped ice cream off her spoon. "I don't know. I can't really say. Everyone's hair looks long to me here." She smiled brightly at him though. "How are you? Do you want some ice cream? Perhaps we could put it on those biscuits?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Biscuits? All I have is cookies," Conner said. He held out the package in his hand. "They go great with ice cream though. Want some?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please. And that's what we call them in England, sorry." She took a couple Oreos, and experimentally dipped them in the ice cream. "Mmmmmmmmmm! Delicious! Thank you! I'm Evie, by the way. Evie Carnahan."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Well, Evie Carnahan, I'm Conner McKnight, and I'm glad you like my Oreos." He gave her a bright smile. "And you're in a very good mood. I approve of this."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'd agree with you on that," Dean said. "You go hunting, you want to be able to actually see what you're aiming for, not your hair."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, seriously. You run around and it gets in your eyes, and then what?" Go figure, Conner reached up a hand to flick his hair out of his own eyes as he said it. "Hey, Dean."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Conner." He grinned. "Looks like you could maybe use a trim too."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"What? Naw, I don't --" He wrapped a lock around his finger and tugged experimentally. "Huh."

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

Lyra wandered in, Pan wrapped around her neck like some bizarre scarf. She is muttering to herself (or maybe to her daemon) but stopped when she saw that there were people in the room.

She smiled distractedly at everyone, and rummaged in the fridge, looking for something to drink. She may have looked vaguely upset. Or something.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" Dean asked her.

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," she smiled, a bit more genuinely, this time. "Haven't, uh, been sleeping well, lately. It's bound to take a toll, right?"

She grabbed a glass aof milka nd flopped down on a couch, nearly dislodging Pan in the process.

"And you? How are you?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "I'm good. You're in my prophecy class, aren't you?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hello, person I don't know," Conner called. "Y'wanna Oreo?"

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, back, person I don't know either," Lyra said, sipping her milk. "I have no idea what that means."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

One of these days Conner would remember that his vernacular was not universal. Today was not that day. "Cookie," he said, shaking the package of Oreos so the plastic rustled. "Want one?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Lyra! Hello!" Evie waved her napkin at her, and smiled happily. "It's been ages, how are you?"

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

"A bit peaky, lately." Lyra certainly didn't care that she hadn't a date for Homecoming. Will couldn't stand up with her, so what did it matter.

"You?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"I'm very well, thank you. I have a date! A real one! Not just for ice cream!" She looked gleeful adn oblivious. "With a very nice boy. Well, I think he's nice, anyway." Evie smiled happily. "I'm sorry you're not well, though. Would you like some ice cream? I'm sure it'll make your throat feel better, if that's the trouble. Or perhaps some cocoa?"

[deanforrester.livejournal.com]

Dean ambled in, book and stack of notes in hand, and plopped down unceremoniously on the couch to work. Well. "Work", anyway.

"Hey Evie!" he said with a broad grin.