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3rd Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon

Isobel had some time to kill between classes and cheerleading practice. She hadn't had much luck in tracking down information on the artifacts though she could sense them. So she was here again making notes and wondering where to go from here.

[OOC: Open for anyone who wants to run into Witch!Lana. NFB, please, except for who was here.]

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Gwynn was looking for Conner. When she came into the common room and saw Lana, she gave her a friendly smile. "Hi Lana."

Isobel carefully slid a book over her notes. "Good morning, Gwynn."

While this group living was admittedly quite nice for finding people to dally with, it certainly didn't afford a great deal of privacy.

Gwynn was slightly bouncing in her shoes. "I haven't see you in a little while. How have you been?"

Isobel barely refrained from rolling her eyes. "Better than you could imagine," she replied. "And you?" Not that she cared.

"I'm glad you're doing good," Gwynn said cheerfully. "Me? I'm looking for Conner. Have you seen him?"

There was quite a bit of eagerness in her voice.

This? This little chit was looking for Conner? Isobel could have laughed. "Not since I left his bed early this morning," Isobel said archly. "Why?"

Gwynn stumbled a little. "Wh-what?"

"Did I stutter?" Isobel asked snidely. "I said I haven't seen him since I left his bed early this morning. I don't know where he might have run off to at this point."

And that would be when all cheerfulness went right out of the usually happy archer. She blinked her eyes, trying not to let the tears show.

"I thought he... and..."

"Is something wrong?" Isobel asked, all mock sympathy.

"I thought he liked me," she said softly, trying not to let Lana seeing her on the verge of crying. "He said I was pretty and he helped me and..."

It hasn't quite registered that Lana, who she thought was a friend, was the one Conner had been in bed with.

"Oh Gywnn, I'm so sorry. If I'd known..." I'd have done exactly the same thing.

Gwynn couldn't stop the tear that made it's way down her face before she hastily brushed it away.

"Not... not your fault. I guess he likes girls that are more... sweet and ladylike. Likes girls more like you."

That would be a dejected and emo Gwynn turning to leave.

"I gotta go, Lana." She swallowed. "Take care."

"Wait," Isobel said, adding a small spell to be sure the girl wouldn't leave. "I'm sure there's a way to fix this."

Gwynn was looking at the floor. "Don't see how," she said quietly. "He doesn't like me like that. I'm not his... I think they call it type." She swallowed. "I should have known better."

Isobel pointed at the girl and spoke a few words in Latin. "You won't remember this conversation, but when you leave her you will become the feminine ideal you believe that men want. And you will be filled with lust. Go forth and explore your true self as a woman."

Gwynn blinked. "I'm sorry Lana, you were saying?"

"Hmmm?" Isobel said. "Oh nothing. Just hoped you had a good day. Good luck finding Conner."

She smiled. "Thanks, Lana. I think I should go change first, though."

"Good idea," Isobel said with a smirk. "Off you go then."

Sokka poked his head into the ~~soundstage~~ common room, not wanting to miss any more movies.

"Is Valentine around?" he asked.

Isobel looked at him cooly. "I don't even know who that is, but clearly I'm the only one here."

Sokka shrugged. "Oh, well."

He had been going upstairs, but... well, here was just as good, right? He sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.

Isobel glared at him. "I'd prefer not to have that... thing on."

"Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Sokka" -- he gestured at his chest -- "and you're rude. Pleased to meet you."

He turned the volume up.

Isobel's eyes narrowed. "Impudent little nothing!" she hissed. "No one speaks to me like that."

Sokka stared at her. And blinked.

"Uhhh...."

He cocked an eyebrow.

"You don't by any chance happen to know Princess Azula, do you?"

"Turn that thing off now," Isobel commanded angrily, ignoring the comment about the princess, "Or suffer the consequences!"

"I think I already am," Sokka spat out dryly.

He looked her right in the eyes. And smiled. And, while he was holding her gaze, bumped the volume button on the remote up a few more notches.

Isobel's eyes flashed dangerously and she pointed at him. "Then behave like the animal you truly are!" she commanded. "You will believe you are that animal for a span no less than 24 of your hours. And you will be unable to tell anyone of what has happened here ever! Pullus!"

Sokka stared at her, dropped the remote, and clucked nervously.

The thought I should have known better than to pick a fight with a girl flashed across his mind, and then... well, nothing else did.

"Cluck. Buck. Buck-GAWK!"

He hopped up onto the top of the sofa, fluttering his arms, and started nervously preening his shirt and clucking softly to himself.

"Now go!" she commanded. "Bother someone else. Ave!"

Sokka flapped his arms, jumped off the couch, and completely failed to fly.

"BRAAWWWWK!"

He jumped and fluttered a few more times, and then settled for running off, with his arms held out and his nose down close to the ground.

He stopped at the entrance to the stairwell and scratched at the floor with his foot for a while -- because even chickens have priorities, dammit -- and then ran off to look for someone to bother.

Isobel laughed herself over to the remote control and turned off the noisy box. That would teach him to mess with his betters. Too bad she couldn't let him remember who had taught him the lesson.

"Hey bra," Jude greeted her mellowly, padding into the common room. "How's it hangin'?"

Isobel rolled her eyes before turning to make herself smile. "Jude," she replied. "How are you?"

He shrugged. "Pretty good." He seemed to realise something. "Hey, you're a girl!"

"Excuse me?" Isobel asked with a bit of a dangerous glint in her eye. "Obviously I'm female."

"Well, yeah, I mean, but, like, you're a girl. So you know . . . girl-things. 'Cause there's this thing . . . with Rikku . . ." He looked hopeful.

Isobel bit back a biting comment as it occurred to her that maybe she could have some fun here. "Oh? Do go on," she invited.

Jude flopped onto the couch beside her. "Okay. So. Like, I really really like Rikku, right? But I'm trying to do the whole polite thing and not like . . ." He made some hand gestures. "But I think she thinks that I'm not, like, interested in . . ." more hand gestures.

"Sex?" Isobel asked bluntly. "You wish to have sex with her?"

Jude went bright red. "Uh, kinda? Maybe. I don't know?"

Now this was something she could get behind. "Oh, I think all you need is a little confidence," Isobel purred. "Of course, you won't remember you got it from me, but that's no matter. Go, find your love and let the beast that lives within all men out. Liberate bestia," she commanded, knowing it would loosen his inhibitions with the girl.

Jude blinked and straightened up, looking a little vague. "Catch ya later, Lana," he said, heading for the door.

Isobel laughed as she watched him hurry off.

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