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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[swerval_zero]

"Oh, no, I didn' mean it in a judgemental way," Zero assured him. "Evil? How terrible. You must love her very much to be able to see beyond that. I think it's sweet."

[demonbelthazor]

"I am trying to bring her to the side of light with my love," Bel said. "I'm certain one day I will be successful."

[swerval_zero]

"I'm sure you will!" Zero said brightly. "Any words of wisdom you'd like to share with us? Something about love and joy, perhaps?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Mortal lives are short," Bel said, beaming at the camera. "You should enjoy them to the fullest by helping those around you, spreading joy, and sharing your love."

[swerval_zero]

"That's so very true. Okay, thank you for your time, and I have just one more tiny thing to ask of you before I go find more people to blackma--interview. Could you to do that sparkly thing again so I can videotape it? Pretty please?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Of course," Bel said happily. He shimmered away, disappearing in a swirl of sparkling white lights. And maybe a little pink.