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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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded a little, noticing the trouble expression on Mac's face. "I jus' hope," he said, "that whatever's gotten into people...goes away soon."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"So do I," Mac agreed. "The last couple of days, have just been too damn weird.

She smiled hopefully. "These things don't normally last long, when they happen."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. "Hopefully just temporary Fandom weirdness, definately."