Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wes was having a... strange day. For one thing, he still had a few globs of pie filling in his hair from his Badass class earlier, and he was still annoyed at the way his Science of Deduction teacher had criticized his "tiny brain." So he retreated to the common room to decompress. Showering might have been a better choice, but sitting in the common room with a stack of books seemed more appealing. So he did.

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[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

A head full of blond hair ducked into the common room. It was one room below Dolf's, but it'd help if he familiarized himself with every part of the dorms. Besides, it wasn't like one common room was much different from the others.

He hadn't been looking for something in particular, but the pile of books was something. As was--

"You have cake in your hair," he said, helpfully.

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"Pie, actually," Wes corrected him dryly, hoping to at least partially mask his embarrassment. "But thank you." At this point he'd run his hands through his hair about thirty times, but knew he hadn't really done the best job, so it didn't come as a huge surprise. He tried again half-heartedly. "Is that better?" he asked, not really expecting much.

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Dolf shrugged. Pie, cake, it was the same thing, right? In English, at least; in Dutch, cake was just a brown, porous thing that didn't even taste like the vanilla it claimed to be.

"A little," he added, one edge of his mouth quirking up a little. "Why is there pie in your hair?"

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"Class," he answered shortly.

Then he elaborated, "We had to introduce ourselves while having food thrown at us, to see if we could maintain our composure."

Whatever classes Dolf was taking, if they didn't involve food fights, Wes was jealous.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Dolf, in all his still-limited vocabulary, couldn't do much more but scrunge up his eyebrows, and go "Weird," and then "...really? Is that okay?"

He was fairly sure that should be illegal in classes. Teacher abuse.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Apparently. It's actually the second class I've taken here in which pie-throwing was a mandatory activity, so I assume it must be allowed."

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"...It shouldn't," said Dolf, frowning more. Then ran back over Wesley's sentence, trying to figure out 'mandatory' without looking like he was trying to figure out anything about the way the man talked. "Why pie?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Wes wasn't so good with the using of small words without being expressly asked to. "I assume it's because it's relatively soft. There were other desserts thrown as well. Cake and pudding and such."

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But Wesley had just said there was pie--

Whatever. "At least there was fun?" Dolf said, hopelessly. "You weren't hungry."

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy had Fridays completely free this semester, which meant that once she was done with training for the day she was at loose ends.

Fear.

"Yo, Watcher Junior," she called on her way through the common room to look for the remote. "What did you do, piss off someone at the bakery?"

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Wesley laughed. "No, this was an introductory exercise in one of my courses. To see if we could make it through introducing ourselves while being pelted with dessert items and water balloons."

"It wasn't fun," he added in a deadpan.

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy, having located the remote, flipped it into the air to catch it again and dropped onto the end of the couch.

"Sounds pretty fun to me, actually. Though now I'm wondering, since I'm thinking of ordering a pizza, if you aren't gonna want any."

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"Impressive throw," he observed.

"Students here can order pizza? I never knew that. All right, certainly. I'll just run to my room to grab some money, then, shall I?"

[brat_inslayage]

She gave him a cocky smirk (like she had any other kind) and said, deadpan, "Yeah, I've been spending an hour a day working on that one. And tchah-- pizza's on me. Wouldn't want you to leave your books unsupervised or anything."

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"Oh, that's not necessary, but thank you. My room's only a few doors over; I'll be right back." He went to leave, then doubled back, scooped up his books, and exited again, then came back a minute later with his wallet.

"So. You said you were working on that throw? Is that part of your Slayer training regimen?" He wasn't sure if she'd been kidding or not, but figured it couldn't hurt to ask. He was curious as to how she trained, anyway.

[brat_inslayage]

"Wesley." Kennedy had both feet up on the coffee table and a good-natured, teasingly scolding look on her face when he got back. "Number one, I wasn't kidding about paying for the pizza, and number two, I was kidding about the remote. Seriously? I spent most of this morning working on doing pushups so I can clap in between 'em."

Regular pushups apparently weren't good enough. Sheesh.

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God, he just sucked epically at communication today.

"Oh, I had Faith and Buffy do those push-ups," he reminisced, distracted. Then he focused. "Right. Well. I suppose I could pay next time, then." There. A compromise. He kind of doubted he could ever manage to get Kennedy to let him pay anyway.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Rilla said as she tripped lightly into the room. "I'm through with studying for the day!"

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"Well, that's good," said Wesley brightly. "What courses were you studying for?"

He made a mental goal for this conversation with Rilla: Not to agree to go with her to church of any kind. Because that had happened last time, and this time he was going to be ready.

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"An English literature correspondence class," she said. "We're beginning with tales of the Round Table. The classes I'm taking here don't have much outside reading so far."

Which is how she preferred it.

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"Intriguing," he remarked. Eh, not really, history wasn't really his thing, but it was cool that she was taking a correspondence course, at any rate. "I'm sure there are students here who even have firsthand experience as to those tales, too, which should give you some additional insight."

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Rilla nodded. "I heard from one of the older students that King Arthur himself was a student here last spring," she said in awestruck tones. "Though this student was not terribly impressed by him. He said he was not at all like the tales."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Now that was interesting. "Oh? How so?" he inquired.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"He was apparently quite arrogant," Rilla said, looking wide-eyed. "And Merlin was the same age!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Huh. Weird.

"That's quite odd," Wesley mused. "I've always pictured Merlin as rather aged, though I suppose he must have been our age at some point beforehand. As to the arrogance, I suppose it's only natural that a well-respected king and warrior would develop a slightly inflated ego. It's the people without much in the way of success who still appear rather arrogant that baffle me, really."