fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

So. Wesley had graduated.

It hadn't gone at all the way he would've predicted two years ago, that was for certain -- if anything, he would have expected his father, not Cordelia, to be the guest watching him from the audience, and for himself to be Oxford-bound immediately afterwards. Instead, he was off to work in Los Angeles, killing demons for minimal pay alongside a former street thug and a young woman from the Hellmouth.

Putting it into those terms, he had to wonder if Fandom hadn't driven him slightly mad.

At any rate. His things were packed up, for the most part, and Cordelia was waiting on him to leave with her sometime in the next few days. For right now, though, he wasn't sure he was exactly ready to part with the dorms so soon after supposedly outgrowing them. So he made some breakfast in the common room, enough to share, and then sat at the table with a plage of eggs and some tea, musing over how strange it would be to finally leave.

[[open common room, natch]]