Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Bowl of cereal in hand, Andrew flopped down on a couch and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels, finally landing on an episode of Dirty Jobs.

"Oh, Mike," Andrew said aloud, "I do so appreciate you reassuring me that life isn't that bad." He could always be working in a waste water treatment plant.

He sighed and tugged on his shorts. Going commando wasn't nearly as comfortable as he thought it would be.

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"You never know when you'll find yourself in need of a good scarf," Andrew pointed out, smiling.

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"They keep your neck and chin warm," Ned added. "Very helpful. Who wants numb lips?"

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"I'm firmly against them," he stated before taking a big slurp of milk out of his cereal bowl. "Can I get you anything else?" he asked. "Some juice? Toast?"

He rather liked Ned.

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"Juice is always good," Ned said and looked hopeful. "Does this place have orange juice?"

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"Does this place have orange juice," Andrew said dismissively with a wave of his hand. "Of course it does!" At least he thought it did.

He hopped back up and went over to the fridge, "Orange juice!" He held the carton up and smiled.

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"Ask and I shall receive," Ned said, smiling. "Did you want any? I could go dig up some glasses."

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"We have glasses right here," Andrew said, stepping over to a cabinet and opening the door. He took out two glasses and started to pour.

"They keep the common rooms well stocked. I just have no idea who actually does it. It's probably magic," he stated, totally believing it to be true.

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"Glasses!" Ned really needed to get out more if he was getting excited over glasses. "Magic happens a lot here, right? It's commonplace?"

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"Certain people around here seem to have a knack for it," he said. "I have a friend back home who can do some pretty cool magic things. And my boy- ah, my ex, he's working on his powers."

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"Oh, that's..." Interesting. He hadn't ever thought of this place as a place to perfect powers but it made sense since there were vampires and trolls and gremlins walking around. "What about you? Magic, I mean."

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"Nothing major," he said with a shrug. "All the magic I've learned is pretty specific. I know a few banishing spells and controlling charms that Mr. Giles has taught me during our lessons." Andrew still didn't think of summoning as doing magic, he was just aligning mystical energies to open portals and call forth demons.

It was physics, really.

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"And you're from...here, right?" Ned asked, pointing to the ground. He meant Earth but he realized that could mean a few things. "Um, not down there. Not a demon. You...don't look like a demon. And demons don't share cereal."

Well.

"Do they? I hope they don't. Then my demon radar is totally off."

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"Yeah, I'm from here," he replied. "Sunnydale, California to be exact. And I think, if you took the time to get to know some, you'll find that there are plenty of demons that would be more than happy to share a bowl of cereal with you. Granted, most of them would rather, you know, eat off your face or something like that, but there are a handful that are very sociable and polite." Andrew said all this very casually.

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"Oh, well." Well, what does one say to say? The logical thing, of course. "I'm glad you're not going to eat my face off, Andrew."

That was not as logical as it had sounded.

"That sounded better in my head."

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Andrew laughed. "I'm really not a fan of face," Andrew stated. "Well, I mean, I like looking at faces. Some faces. But not for the eating."

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"Not for eating," Ned agreed. "Probably taste bad anyway."

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"It so would," Andrew agreed. "Nothing like your soon to be famous pudding and cereal pies."

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"And you'll get first taste and first credit," Ned promised. "Since you helped with the idea and all."

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"I can't wait," he said, placing a hand on his stomach in anticipation.

"And, if you ever have a question about someone's demon-ness, just ask," he added. "I demon, um, radar is pretty good." Unless they were aliens.

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"I probably will," Ned said, nodding. "I'm really bad at that sort of thing. I'm really bad at a lot of things this place is throwing at me. I'm trying though."

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"It just takes some getting used to. I grew up in a neighborhood where it was pretty much a given something that goes bump in the night would eat you if you decided to go for a midnight stroll, so I guess I'm kind of... ambivalent." At least he had become so in the past few weeks.

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"I think I'd like to just get to a place where everything doesn't make me want to run away and live in the mountains," Ned told him.

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Andrew could sympathize with the feeling of just wanting to run away. "That which does not kill us makes us stronger, right?"

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"I have to not die first but yeah," Ned said. "I guess so. I'll focus on not dying and then I can be made stronger. Or I'll just run away, grow a beard and live off moss."

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Andrew paused. "No," he said. "I can't think of anything you could mix with moss to make a tasty pie."