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Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

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*It sucks. A lot,* Karla admitted frankly. *She's my friend and I care about her. Which also means I understand. I hurt her very, very badly and if she needs distance to heal, I owe it to her.* Karla looked downcast. *Hopefully, this space will make it so we can be friends again. And I'd rather have that than nothing, you know?*

I know. Dinah sighed, and sent, You're going home for Windsol, and that's, what, two weeks? Then we'll be crazy with new kids, and hopefully, maybe, in a month or so... I'm glad everything is okay with everyone else, but yeah. Sounds like Leda will need some time.

"I'm not," Karla said aloud, possibly confusing the heck out of anyone nearby. "I forgot--time at home travels faster than time does here. Windsol was actually a few weeks ago, Fandom-time."

She looked pretty bummed about the whole thing. "I just got my Windsol gifts delivered. With a note from Morton suggesting I stay at school for the break."

*Hobart's asking questions.*

Dinah did not like the sound of that. Why? Anything set him off? She frowned and said aloud, "He doesn't know where you are still, right?"

"Impossible," Karla snorted. "Not this place. I mean, who'd believe I was going to an inter-dimensional school when no one's ever heard of other dimensions there?"

*I don't know. Morton said that his trips to Dhemlan must have tipped someone off, but...* Karla looked a little dubious. *I don't know. I just got a funny feeling when I was reading that part of the letter. Probably nothing.*

Don't go back yet, Dinah said, mental voice thick with worry. Definitely not alone. Even if it's to see your Uncle Saetan and Jaenelle. Please. She sighed. Trust those feelings, Karla. Not just 'cause you're a Black Widow. They don't come from nowhere.

*I promise* Karla sent, disappointment coloring her psychic thread. *Morton asked me to do the same thing.*

"Stupid Hobart manages to ruin everything," she grumbled.

"Yeah. And I'm sorry you missed Windsol," Dinah said aloud, squeezing her hand. Morton may be bossy but he's not dumb. And neither or you. There's other times you can go back there.

*Hmph. I can tell you plenty of stories that'll make you reconsider. He's bossy and dumb. He just happens to be right in this one instance.*

Sulky Karla was sulky.

"But they sent me Windsol gifts," Karla said, perking up a bit. "I have a miniature honey-pear tree in my room. It has tiny little fruits and everything!"

"Ooooooo," Dinah said, mouth watering at the memory of those. "How sweet! That's an adorable gift. I'm glad they remembered to get you stuff since you couldn't be there." She grinned. "Is someone going to shaaare?"

"Maaaaybe," Karla teased. "If I can find people I like enough to share with. Will you actually eat them? If I promise I haven't been near 'Dite's in a week, anyway?"

She called in one, a tiny fruit the size of a golf ball. "There are only three or four ripe ones," she said, handing it over. "Happy after-Windsol-almost-Christmas."

"Nom!" Dinah took one and popped in her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue. "Thank you, ohhh, I forgot how much I liked these. Prezzie for you tomorrow, I swear!"

"You'll get your real gift then, too," Karla promised. "That, and a pillow Crafted to your butt."

Like she'd forget about that. No way.

"I got a whole chest of things from Kaeleer," she added with a smile. "I haven't opened anything else though. I'm trying to make them last the full thirteen days of Windsol."

Sure, Windsol had already happened back home, but that didn't mean she couldn't celebrate here.

Snort.

"Cool. And yay for that, making it last. Thirteen nights? Does it commemorate anything in particular, aside from winter and Witch and all?"

"Just Witch," Karla said. "The number thirteen is just a very powerful number. We use it in a lot of things. Umm...if anything, I guess it would be for the minimum number of people in a Court: twelve males and the Queen who rules them. Or the thirteen Jewel ranks, maybe."

"Gotcha. Just traditional," Dinah said, nodding. "We've got a twelve days of Christmas, too. I think that's the time it took the Wise Men to show up late for Jesus's birthday or something."

Wise Men? Twelve days of Christmas? If they were twelve days late, how smart could they be?

Karla just put on her best 'You've begun discussing things I haven't the least idea about' face and waited.

Dinah saw the expression, and facepalmed, then said, "So, there was a prophecy? That a king would be born under this star in Bethlehem. And so these astrologers, um, star-scientists, in a very faraway kingdom, decided to go pay him homage where he was born, following this star. Which was why they were late, they were pretty far away."

The more you explained this stuff, Dinah felt, the sillier you sometimes felt. But she took a breath.

"So, they got to the city, and went to the king who was there to ask if he'd had a son born or something, and he was all, 'noooooo, but when you find him, tell me where he is, 'kay?' Which, they got a bad feeling about that. So after they found Jesus, in the barn where his mom and dad had to stay because all the inns were full and there was just nowhere else in town, they went home a different way. Maybe that's why they're called the Wise Men, because they didn't go back and talk to the king about that."

She paused, and then added, "And then the king was supposed to have tried to kill all the boy babies in the city now that he'd heard about the prophecy, but Jesus and his family escaped."

Karla nodded, able to follow that fairly well. "Did Jesus and his family escape with the Santa guy with the reindeer?" she asked. "I mean, he couldn't have been one of the Wise Men. Otherwise, they could have just taken his sleigh and been there on time."

In her defense, a lot of what she'd learned about came from Aeryn.

Dinah made fish-faces for a bit, then settled for, "Santa was a lot later. There was an angel who warned Jesus's dad that they had to book it to Egypt." She paused and added, "The Wise Men brought presents too, though? So maybe Santa was following the tradition."

Sometimes you just cut your losses with this stuff.

Karla nodded thoughtfully. That made a lot of sense. "So then what happened? Did Jesus grow up to be king? Did he come back and punish the baby-killing king?"

Just wait till Easter, Dinah. Just wait.

"I think King Herod died gruesomely before Jesus was all grown up," Dinah said, trying not to be too evasive. "And first Jesus was a carpenter, then a teacher and prophet and healer. He wandered around his country helping people and talking about how to love God and each other. Sooo, he didn't get to be a king in the usual sense? But a ton of people called him the son of God and Prince of Peace." There. That wasn't too far off, right? "Uh. The rest of it, well, I can explain it better around Easter. That's... another big story." Hooo, boy.

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"Well what did he expect to happen?" Karla asked, far more interested in Herod than in any wandering carpenter. "If you go around killing all the babies in your kingdom, you're not going to stay king very long. But that's an interesting story. Thanks, Dinah."

"Sure!" At least this didn't get all confused with wolves and lambs and lions and fish!

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