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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"And what would 'your thing' be exactly?" Dean asked, one hand reaching into his pocket and closing around the small bottle of holy water he always carried with him.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Alec spread his hands and grinned. "All the pretty girls in this place."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean snorted. "Yeah, right. Not going to happen, dude."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I've got all the time in the world," Alec said smugly. "And I'm very determined."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You just think you have all the time in the world," Dean said with a small predatory smile. "You don't. Really."