Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Wesley felt a little silly, entertaining his bratty child in the common room with board games that she seemed irrationally talented at. Honestly, what nine-year-old could beat a trained and experienced Watcher at Scrabble? He was positive that she was making the words up, but every time he consulted a dictionary, all he saw was Eloise's smug little face smirking at -- sure enough -- the word in question printed right there on the page.

Smug brat.

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"So there," concluded Miraya. She promptly leaned over and stage-whispered at Asher, "Good job!"

Even at a young age, they took this teamwork thing seriously.

"Thanks," Asher replied, then waved up at Wes, apparently not inclined to hold Eloise's attitude against him (you could tell which one of them took after Tara more). "Hi."

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"Hi," Wesley said right back. "You and your sister seem to make a very good team," he observed. "I don't think Eloise is used to people as smart as the two of you."

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Asher pulled off his glasses and cleaned them in his best imitation of Giles, beaming at Wesley. "We are! Like our moms."

"He makes with the magic and researchy," Miraya contributed, "and I'm the fighty one."

She couldn't help giving Eloise a smug look. "Maybe you should get used to it."

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Eloise was sulking.

Meanwhile, Wes was amused. "He's quite the little Watcher," he remarked to Kennedy.

No offense.