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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"How goes your day?" Nefertiri perched on the couch and took a bite of oatmeal. "Do you know anything of a boy named Tyler? We sparred yesterday. He is quite good. And willing to disrobe, when others were reluctant."

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"Um, better than yesterday," Dawn said, which was the truth, "And yeah, I know Tyler. Didn't know about the, er, disrobing part though."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"He is quite well-formed. And skilled with staves." Nefertiri looked pleased. "Conner is also attractive, but left to get muffins." She shook her head, amazed. "In the middle of a fight!"

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"A real fight?" Dawn asked. "That doesn't sound like Conner."

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"While we were sparring." She frowned. "I was attempting to get him to truly participate, and he became agitated, and when I suggested other methods of amusement would be welcome-- he went to get muffins." Nefertiri looked perplexed. "Most confusing."

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"What other methods?" She asked, wondering if she needed to rescue Conner.