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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Wednesday night found Firekeeper and Blind Seer, as usual, in the common room for their weekly dose of Darkest Night.

At first, tonight's episode had looked especially promising, as the plot claimed to center around a girl who'd been raised by wolves.

Within minutes, though, there was a somewhat annoyed-looking girl who actually had been raised by wolves throwing the occasional piece of popcorn at the screen.

Those weren't even real wolves they were using!

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Claire wandered in after closing the store. She didn't always watch Darkest Night, but she'd seen enough to recognize the show and notice the popcorn-throwing. "Is that episode worse than usual?"

"They get things all wrong," Firekeeper declared. "Is not even close to truth!"

Claire glanced from the angry girl to the TV screen, then to the ... oh my god, the girl's big dog really was a wolf.

"So I guess you're the wolf expert?" her comment had less sarcasm than it usually would have.

"Am, yes," she nodded, since it was pretty much true.

Okaaaaaaay.

"So what's wrong with what they're doing now?" Claire asked critically. "They seem pretty wolfy."

Firekeeper snorted. "Wolves not share kills like that! The Ones get best parts, and only after they is done will the rest of the pack eat."

"That's kind of not fair to the rest of them, if the head wolves take everything," Claire said, making a face.

Firekeeper shrugged. Life in the forest was many things, and fair was... not one of them. "Without Ones, the pack not survive to eat at all," she said.

"How do you know a democracy wouldn't work?" Claire asked, mostly talking just to talk. "Or, uh, communism! They could share the deer equally."

"Am not knowing what any of those things is," Firekeeper said doubtfully.

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"Hey," Tony waved. "No worse than usual, I'd say."

"So, dumb and predictable but kind of weirdly entertaining?" Claire asked, flopping into a chair. "I can hang out here."

"Cool," Tony said. "How've you been?"

"Eh, kind of the usual stuff?" Claire said, shrugging a little. "I graduate soon, so I'm trying to figure out the college thing, but that's just depressing. And I'm working on a show for the art club. You?"

"The usual, too," Tony said. "Is that the Art Crawl thing? I think Geoffrey's doing something for that."

"Art Crawl," Claire repeated, doing a tiny, low, fist-pump because she had to. "Cal talked to Geoff. He's into it. So are you in the play?"

"I'm the stage manager," Tony said, with a touch of pride.

Merlin... hid as best he could from his spot on the couch. There was no avoiding this, was there? "Hello, Claire."

"Hey Merlin," Claire answered, looking just slightly startled he'd spoken to her first. "So, uh ... feeling better?"

That covered both 'not a bird' and 'not gay or Irish' without getting too specific, didn't it?

"Much," He managed without turning red or looking directly at her. He hated Cal so much right now.

It was a loving kind of hate, right?

"So ... that's good." She cleared her throat and plunged ahead, probably making things worse. "I, uh, liked your accent, last time I saw you. Francine told me it was a gremlin thing."

"What do those look like, anyhow?"

"Small and green and bloody fast," Merlin replied, making a face.

"So ... if you see them it's too late?" Claire winced. "Yow. At least they're rare. Not that that's actualyl comforting, huh."

"Usually," Merlin said sadly. "You could always hope someone stops you before you make a fool of yourself."

"Yeah, I don't think that's, like, ever happened," Claire said with a snort, then hesitated. "Unless it happens all the time and people just never talk about it."