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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[demonbelthazor]

Bel blushed, just a little. "You left so quickly this morning," he said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Alec grinned predatorially. "I was hungry."

[demonbelthazor]

"To share love?" Bel said hopefully. Maybe Alec had changed his wicked ways.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Alec let him think that. "Yes," he said. "That's exactly what I had in mind."

[demonbelthazor]

"Wonderful!" Bel said, delighted. "I'm so glad you've had a change of heart."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It's so cute, your optimism," Alec said, shaking his head. He'd have to try a little harder, obviously.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel probably wouldn't complain about trying things harder.

"Optimism is just part of my nature," Bel said. "It's a gift from Barbas, the Demon of Hope."