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Second Floor Common Room, Friday evening

Dinah had managed to get a copy of Richard III and cued it up, and now had big bowls of popcorn ready for throwing or munching. She'd sent out a ~~handwavey~~ e-mail to fellow cast members, in case they wanted to watch it too.

She hadn't noticed it yet, but one of the bowls was about to walk off as a hat worn by an adorable little fuzzy thing.

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Griff couldn't hide out in his room forever. Dinah was so lucky she'd set up on the second floor. He fell onto a chair and lifted a hand in greeting. "What's on?"

And then spied the small fuzzy. "Other than more odd Fandom stuff."

Dinah grinned over from her place at the fridge, and said, "Shakespeare. The movied of the play we're putting on this semester. Want a drink?" She'd grabbed a Beaver Buzz for herself. "Good to see you, Griff."

"Sure, drinking anything special?" Not that he was normally picky, though alcohol would be nice. "How're you feeling?"

"Beaver Buzz," which probably came out a little too wistful. "Um. Super-caffienated cola and citrus drinks." Dinah popped the top on one and said, "Good as new! Have some popcorn, too." She floated a bowl over to him. "I never came by to say 'thanks' for everything last week. I really, really appreciated it."

"No worries," he shrugged, accepting some popcorn from the bowl. "Wasn't all that difficult or anything - just what I do." Griff thought he was doing an excellent job with having a conversation where he didn't feel the need to yell, hit someone, or flee. Dinah rocked.

"Well, the 'jumping', maybe not. Even though I know you try to keep that private." Dinah hopped over the back of the couch, and sat down, handing over a drink to Griff. "But hanging out afterward-- that was cool of you. Or Azula and I might have gotten into it again as soon as I got taped up." She toasted him with her drink. "So cheers."

"Cheers," he agreed, popping his soda and lifting it in turn. "Azula seems pretty cool. She stuck up for me in class this week."

Dinah managed not to choke on her drink, then made an equivocating gesture with her hand. She took another sip, thinking, then said, "She can be. You caught us on one of her bad days there, but. She was a good teacher, while I was studying stuff with her." She gave him a cautious look. "You gotta be careful with her, though."

"Training accidents can happen with anyone," Griff pointed out, not so easily cautioned away from things.

"Yeah, they can," Dinah admitted. "And Azula's backing off on training me until she gets more control." The urge to be fair and the urge to be careful were fighting each other. "She's honorable. But sneaky. Focused." She couldn't help but smile a little. "You just gotta be aware of that. I was. I am. That's all."

"You don't sound so sure," Griff answered, thinking calling someone honorable but sneaky was a little...off somehow. "All I know is she agrees with me ethically."

"I trust Azula to be Azula," Dinah said, then added, "And that she'll tell the truth." That she'd have another motivation underneath it was something Dinah was pretty sure of, but how could she explain that? And she was giving her a second chance. No good reason to prejudice people against her, after that. Her interest in Griff just made Dinah uneasy. "What were you guys agreeing on?" She threw a bite of popcorn toward the nearest fuzzy, and it squealed, and nibbled on it happily.

The furry things were fine by Griff so long as they didn't start touching him with their odd little claw hands. "That not using your powers is akin to not being yourself," he shared, swallowing a swig of soda. "Some others were concerned about teleports and telekinetics being responsible." Little did they know.

Dinah considered that, nibbling on more popcorn, and had to admit, "Yeah, I can see that. I think she's a little too into it, but... wow, would I miss the TK if it was gone now. And why wouldn't we be responsible? It's not like we're stupid just because we have power." And were teenagers.

"Exactly, and I don't see how my ability does anything to anyone else." Other than the people getting killed for daring to be his friend. Hmm.

"That's what the other side was arguing? Weird." Dinah took a little sip of Beaver Buzz, and pulled a leg up to her chest. "I mean, well, look at what you did for me. If I'd been really badly hurt, you would've saved my life." She considered, and said, "I just wish other people could handle it."

"Oh, don't get them wrong, I should always help others, just never myself. It's far too convenient or lazy or something," he added with a bit of an eyeroll. "People don't get it."

Dinah looked at the bowl she floated over to herself, then raised an eyebrow at Griff. "Seriously? Always?" She blinked, and shook her head. "I'm all for helping other people, but... Okay, then again, I'm hyper."

Another roll of the eyes and he turned to lounge more comfortably in the chair. "You know, back when I was five, these people tried hitting me with cars to see if they could make me jump. I can only imagine what they'd do to others to test me now." Well, he knew what they'd do. He also knew they weren't going to test him so much as kill him.

Dinah coughed, got her shock under control, and said, "Holy crap. You mean, you think they'd hurt someone else, to see how far you could get them, or how you'd react?" He had mentioned how they'd killed his family, but jeez.

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Jennifer gave Griff a nod. "Dinah's the one in charge of the TV, I think," she greeted.

"Probably for the best, I never can keep up with any of the programs," Griff admitted.

"Me either," Jennifer said. "I keep missing episodes because of work or studying. Good thing I'll get a second chance at this year's TV, right?"

"How's that?" Griff wondered.

"Oh, I'm technically from the past," Jennifer said. "So, give me about twenty-some years after I get back home, second chance."

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