Fourth Floor Common Room, after classes

Finishing dinner preparations had allowed Isabel a little time to process everything she'd learned during the day. Hopefully with the information she and Parker had given Professor Phale to be played out in a bit, he'd be able to stop Lana, Phoebe and Marie before they messed with anyone else's head.

But for now Isabel focused on dinner with friends and that meant cooking rice and setting out toppings to go with the huge pot of chili on the stove.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack smiled and kissed the top of her head, grateful for something to distract him. "I can do that." He washed his hands before snagging a chopping board, onions and a sharp knife. "I've never made chilli before, how many do you need?" he asked, already working on the first.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gotcha. That's why it smells so good." He grinned as he cut paper thin onion slices, blinking rapidly as the fumes started to get to him. "What's cilantro? It sounds vaguely obscene."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
He stopped chopping, staring down at the knife. "No. He's not. Something took his magic. It's gone."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
He jumped when she banged the dishes, and just missed slicing his finger open. "What?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not Lana?" Jack bent his head, trying to figure this out. "It's someone possessing her. A magic evil someone. Are you sure?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jack was silent for several minutes, returning to slicing the onions, absent and automatic. "There's something else that doesn't make sense," he finally said, not looking at Isabel. "I spoke to Lana - or whoever it was - this morning. She made me suspect--" He swallowed. "--that Sam and Cedric set me up. That Sunday was their fault."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what I keep telling myself," he said hoarsely. "They wouldn't do that, but it feels so real." He lifted his head to look at Isabel, all his doubt and confusion plain on his face. "It hurts, Izzy."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
He hung on her words, grasping after them like a lifeline. "I know. I think I know. I'm trying to believe it. I'm going to believe it," he said stubbornly.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I know." He flattened his palms on the counter, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Right. It's not real. No matter how real it feels. I just have to remember that."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It will?" he asked hopefully.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Jack nodded and closed his fingers around hers. "Okay. So we just hang on until then. I can do that."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
He'd forgotten Lana was in their class. "That," he paused, took a breath, "would be good. Because if she tries something, I'm not going to care that it's Lana's body."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Not if it means she hurts you instead," he said, almost glaring at her.