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3rd Floor Common Room - all afternoon

Parker and Isabel had been ranging the hallways, trying to find a way to communicate; but even mouthing words wasn't very effective.

Throwing herself onto the Third Floor Common Room couch, Parker glared at the ceiling, trying to think of a solution for their dilemma.

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Chris was still a little grumpy over the weekend and he wandered into the common room for distraction.

"Hey, Parker," he said, slumping into a chair and picking up the television remote.

Parker waved, then made a screamy face at him. That kid from Babysitting Yourself would have been impressed by this face.

"Uh, something wrong?" Chris asked, giving her a confused look.

Parker nodded vehemently, but when she tried to explain, her mouth wouldn't even form the words.

She was *so* killing Bel for this.

"You have laryngitis?" Chris guessed.

Violently shaking head, and throat-slitting gestures. Parker tried to think how the hell she'd pantomime magic, and made little poof! motions with her hands.

"Okay, you lost your voice," Chris got that much, but the throat-slitting gestures and poof motions were confusing him. "But you're not sick?"

Parker shook her head in frustration. Magic, magic. What the hell was a gesture for magic? She made wavy wand motions, then opened a book, looking at him hopefully.

Isabel's 'scary' gesture plus Parker's book gesture finally penetrated in Chris's brain. "You want me to go get," he lowered his voice and leaned closer to her, "the Book?"

Parker nodded, clapping her hands, then clasping them together in a please, please gesture.

Maybe that spell was in there, maybe it had a reversal spell...

"I'll be right back," Chris promised, heading out of the common room.

He returned a few minutes later carrying a large, green, leather bound book. He was a little antsy about having it out in front of so many people, but this seemed really important.

"Here," he said, sitting near Parker and opening the book. "I have no idea what I'm looking for, so you'll have to help me."

[ooc: that spell wouldn't be in the book; but if she wants to find the entry on Bel (http://community.livejournal.com/fhbookofshadows/537.html) or The Source (http://community.livejournal.com/fhbookofshadows/11797.html).]

Parker aslmost dropped the book three times, fingers skittering away from the entry she wanted, until she handed it to Chris, and motioned for him to turn the pages, getting more and more desperate.

Chris started flipping through the book slowly so that Parker could stop him when he got to a page that seemed relevant.

And she slapped both hands down before she could think about it, before anything could stop her, the second the entry for the Source popped up. Then she slumped back, taking a breath of relief, and gave Chris a desperate look, pointing.

Chris stopped and stared at the page (http://community.livejournal.com/fhbookofshadows/11797.html) she had indicated.

"The Source of all Evil stole your voice?" he asked incredulously as he started reading.

Parker nodded, and pointed to Isabel, then pantomimed sleeping, as well. She looked over his shoulder, afraid that if she tried to touch the book again, she'd end up doing something even more stupid than dropping it.

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Isabel perked up, recognizing him from Hunting. A Halliwell! She might have waved a little frantically.

"Hey, I'm Chris," he introduced himself, waving back.

There was facepalming. Isabel attempted to spell out her name in the air. But wound up just randomly waving her hand around. Great, she thought. Hi, nice to meet you. Yes, I appear to be insane.

Chris kind of stared at her. "You don't have a voice?"

The frantic head shaking should clearly say NO! Less clear would be the elaborate hand motions attempting to explain what happened.

Chris kept looking from Parker to Isabel and he wasn't getting any less confused. "I guess you're not sick either?"

There was more head shaking. Isabel put her fingers to her head like she'd sprouted horns, and tried to make scary face.

"Something scary took your voice?" Chris asked. It was probably a good thing he hadn't heard the stories about the Gentlemen.

Nodding vigorously, Isabel tried to figure out how to say your aunt's boyfriend is the Source of all Evil. As a start she tried to mime a pointed hat.

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