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LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

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She shook her head.

"I... don't think so, no. Both my parents seem to have a lot of money, even if I never heard about it before now.

"I'm a lot more worried about making it that far."

"That makes it easier in some ways. Since you have more choices. Those are hard too, though." Dinah raised her eyebrows. "Still, you ought to have a year-- longer? Are you a junior, or a senior? And people here will help protect you, you know, if you need it."

"Sophmore."

She was only fifteen, after all. However mature she seemed sometimes, however still she could be in some moments.

"And it would probably be best if no one got involved. The last time, my workplace got blown up and most of my town was destroyed."

"Oh, that happens here too," Dinah said breezily. "Seriously. Zombies. Harpies. Aliens. At least if we were fighting people who wanted to kill you, it would be in a good cause. And we'd re-build." She shook her head. "You've got time, then. Lots of it."

That list was missing one thing.

"Demons?" she asked quietly.

Dinah looked considering, then slowly said, "Not that I know of. Although a couple of the students who've been here longer said that the last Vice Principal tried to take them all to Hell last summer. Hades? Maybe? I could be remembering wrong. That's not quite the same thing, though." She studied Fiona. "Is there a reason you ask?"

"I'm just... wondering what the opinion on them might be. I don't really know other than what was in this one book, and it's kind of important."

Dinah suddenly remembered Tony's experience with them, and carefully said, "The only person I know who has some experience with them, it wasn't here, it was back at his home. Tony Foster. He's one of my two best friends, and a wizard. Have you met him yet?"

"Yes. We talked a little about the maypole," mostly about the maypole, anyway.

There was a long pause before she finally spoke again.

"He doesn't like them, does he?"

"Really not. I can't get into details, but it wasn't pleasant for him." She tilted her head, thinking of Henry. "On the other hand, he's had some other supernatural encounters that weren't... terrible." Way not. "So I guess it would vary, depending on what it was?"

She didn't speak for a minute, obviously trying to figure out what to say. Finally, she lifted a finger and held it up before getting up and running to her cabin. She came back a moment later with something in her hand, something that glimmered blue in the firelight in between her fingers.

"I killed one."

"A demon?" Dinah said, surprised, but not too much. She stared at the shimmering blue, and reached for it, but held back from touching it. "What is that?"

She held it up to the light, the strange and random facets curving the flickering flames hypnotically. The sapphire was the size of an egg, which was small when she knew the size it had been. She had it on a leather thong. It flashed with the blue of an endless ocean, a fire all it's own, the sky itself in twilight.

"It was his. And now it's mine. A reminder."

Of what, she wasn't quite prepared to share.

"He had this around his neck, some sort of... pride thing. He let me get close."

A brief huff of a laugh.

"His mistake."

Dinah gave her a sober look, then went back to studying the gem. "It's beautiful. Hard to imagine something that's supposed to be evil owning something like that." She tilted her head, and asked, "I'm guessing he's one of the ones who tried to kill you and Eliot?"

"Yes," which was the truth even if it was a very misleading truth.

He was also my cousin.

"He wanted Eliot. They trapped me somewhere else, but Robert managed to help me find a way out and we got there in time.

"We hit him with the car."

Dinah winced, and heard Tahiri's voice in her head. "You did what you had to do. To save your brother." She was quiet a moment, then met Fiona's eyes. "Are you okay with it? Now?"

She looked back, her eyes darker than they usually were.

"I'm fine with it. It saved my brother and it helped my father, and he was the one who destroyed most of my town."

She looked down at the sapphire.

"And Beal had it coming anyway."

It was HIS chocolates that had made Fiona cut out her own capacity to hunger, that had almost killed her.

It just didn't change the fact that they were family.

Studying the sapphire again, Dinah thought of Fiona keeping it, to remember. "Still wasn't easy, though, I'm guessing. I'm glad you had Robert to help. And your brother." She nodded again. "Talk to Tony. He might have something helpful to say. He has a lot of spells he's working on."

"Any idea on how to broach that kind of subject?" she asked with a wry smile.

"Simple. The truth. Tell him you ran into one, and you're worried about threats to your life. Tony's a good guy, he'll tell you what he can. I just don't know how much that'll be." Dinah looked thoughtful. "Tell him I sent you, if you run into him before I get a chance to give him the head's up. He'll know it's not just curiosity then. Do you think more demons will come after you here?" Which was very much not a fun thought.

Oh, here was where things got complicated.

"I... maybe?"

She didn't look comfortable with this.

"I think they know to be more careful now," she noted as she lifted up the sapphire.

This is probably not the time to question when the Parent's Weekend I read about actually is.

Giving her a concerned look, Dinah said, "Maybe you ought to tell the Principal about this. Unless she already knows?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know what my family told them. I'm pretty sure my aunt Lucia is the one who made all of the arrangements."

She wasn't sure she wanted to, of course, but there was the issue of safety.

"I guess I should go see her and check."

"I'll go with you for moral support, if you want," Dinah offered. "She's really cool, she'll take you seriously about it, and at least that way you'll know what your family told her too."

Probably nothing.

The League wasn't exactly the 'sharing' type.

"If you want. You don't have to. I know you have other things to do."

She didn't like this. She didn't like lying to Dinah, but she wasn't sure she could tell the truth here and keep her as a friend. The conflict was written clearly on her face.

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