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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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You got that right," grumbled Alec. "Damn shame, too, because the pickings are so pretty."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You got that right," she agreed. Lonnie caught his face and kissed him once, hot and hard. "Find me later?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Bet your sweet ass I will, baby," Alec said with a grin.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Speaking of sweet asses..." Lonnie grabbed his and gave it a squeeze. "Be seein' ya!" she winked then sauntered out of the room.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Alec watched that ass very closely the whole time. Oh, yeah.