Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Morning

Gwynn was dressed in her best dress and her hair was carefully done. There was no sign of her usual leather wear or her boots. In fact, there was nothing with her that even looked like she was the daughter of Robin Hood. She was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up under her and she was reading what might have been a magazine. From the slight blush on her face, it was obvious that it wasn't your run of the mill magazine.



[[OOC: Gwynn has been Mind-Whammied by Witch!Lana. Here would be the first place to run into her and have the wacky hijinks!]]

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner? Was flailing. But not in a bad way. Mostly.

". . . like I said," he blurted out, his face as red as his shirt.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner blinked a few times. "Can we go back to what I said about how girls taking charge is hot?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh huh. He was actually enjoying it a lot more than kissing Lana the other day, truth be told. He wasn't sure why, exactly.

"Is this one of the perks of being your hero?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner and his ego were very pleased with this evaluation. "I've got more where those come from, you know."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, then," Conner said. "All part of the hero thing."

He was a very generous hero.