Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was wearing the same jeans and sweater she'd been wearing yesterday, not wanting to head back to her room and too tall to borrow Molly's. She was also freezing, which had led to her mixing up a very large pot of oatmeal. The fixings were in the cupboard if anyone wanted them, but she wasn't setting them out.

Instead, she was sitting with her bowl of healthy goodness (once you ignored the raisins and brown sugar she'd added to her own) and a very, very large mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. She read through a large pile of books and scrolls she'd brought with her and that Giles had sent since May (not all of which were in English), trying to find anything that explained what was going on.

She made occasional notes on a pad as she worked.

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana looked a little disconcerted and stepped back even more. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, "but there's no... edge to you. You make being bad seem... good. Where's the fun in that?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I can be fun," Bel insisted, disappointed.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"But can you be bad?" Lana demanded. "I'm so tired of being good."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel twitched a little. "I'm good," he said.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Lana said again. She shook her head and stepped away from Bel. "I can't," she said. "I'm tired of good. I want passion, maybe a little danger, not 'I'll do whatever you want'. I'm sorry."

She walked away with a disappointed glance over her shoulder.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was a little disappointed, but was quickly distracted by someone else in need of a hug.