Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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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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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"You could try, but you'd fail miserably," Spider-Ham said. "For example." Spider-Ham pointed his wrists towards Crichton and fired webbing at his left foot.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"What in the frell?" Crichton looked down at his foot and proceeded to try and move. He couldn't move at all.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Next time, pick on someone your own size," Spider-Ham said. "Because people who are a few feet smaller can surprise you."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John growled menacingly and tried to move his foot. "Why can't I move?"