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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"What's your name?" Cally asked.

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"Justin Taylor."

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Cally saved herself from the immense pain that would be facepalming, but only at the last second.

"...okay."

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"Sorry?" Justin said. "Are you okay?"

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"You're supposed to be Teddy," Cally said.

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Justin sighed. "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot this weekend."

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"Sorry," Cally said.

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"You okay?" Justin asked again, not wanting to cause this girl any pain. It was probably the injuries that compelled him to do it.

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"Yeah, just... wish you were Teddy," Cally said.

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"Getting that a lot too." Justin sighed. "Hopefully he comes back soon."

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"Hopefully," Cally said.