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[watcherwesley]

It's after dinner and there is a great din in the hall. Everybody is rushing about to finish homework assignments or meet up with friends. I am standing at my table alone. I usually eat alone, but it's a good time to study, so it's not so bad. I look around anxiously. I haven't spotted Samantha or Spike yet. Oh, God, I hope they aren't off

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[freak_ofnature]

I leave a group of giggling girls out in the hallway as we're leaving the great hall, no need to let anyone see me wandering over to the Hufflepuff table, afterall. Once the place has near emptied out, I stroll in, glance around for just moments before spotting Wesley and heading over there.

Even in Hogwart's uniform, it's easy to tell the status difference. All the girls in my group have thier uniforms modified, so the neckline is flattering, the vest rides higher, showing just a hint of midriff, but not enough to get us in serious trouble, and our skirts are all cut two, maybe three inches above regulation. Even at Hogwarts, there's really no excuse not to be in style. If it was upto me, we'd all be allowed to wear heels, too. I do from time to time, but the rest of the girls aren't half that brave. Guess that's what makes me the boss.

I walk over to the table, noticing the big bag he's carrying around.

((tag, Wes))

[watcherwesley]

I feel very relieved seeing Samantha coming my way. I try to look casual about it, like people come up to talk to me on purpose all the time. "Hello, Samantha." I squeak, then clear my throat, silently cursing the high voice that seems to pop out every time I am nervous. "I'm all ready if you are. Have you seen Spike about?" I inquire, trying not to notice the erotic peek of stomach she flashes when she moves. Beautiful girls are everywhere at this school. I hope I am not too distracted from my studies. I remember my father's so-called advice - good grades get you into Oxford, bints get you into trouble. Not that Samantha looks anything like a doxie. She is obviously way out of my league. Do I even have a league?

[freak_ofnature]

I smirk when he squeaks, used to that sortof thing. I flash him a disarming smile and perch on the table next to him.

"I'm thinkin' he might be a no-show. Did he say he was coming?"

Aparently he cared very little for the frail-looking boy's feelings, I stopped to wonder for a moment why I did...I had snubbed guys like him a thousand times before. Since when did I get to be such a soft-touch?

[watcherwesley]

I am momentarily distracted by a flash of thigh that is apparently rendering me mute. I open and close my mouth several times before saying in a breathless rush "He said he might stop by. I think we should go look for him, maybe in the kitchen?" I will myself to look into her face. I wonder if she knows I was looking at her legs? God I hope not. My chest feels tight with embarrassment. I wanted to make a friend, not be dismissed as a deviant. I give her a half-smile.

[freak_ofnature]

A strange thought occurs to me and my eyebrows shoot up.

"..Do you think they keep blood in the kitchen? Cuz...around the food...gross..."

I guess the kid had to feed on something, but the idea of blood sitting in a fridge next to the fruits and veggies did turn my stomach a little. It's all relative, of course, but I often had a hard time stepping out of my own perspective.

[watcherwesley]

"Wwwwell, I don't know." I stammer. "I just assumed. It has to be kept really cold after it's, you know, not in somebody. According to my father, at the Watcher's Council, when a vampire is captured for research purposes, they are fed blood that is kept in a chilled locker. I think we should make every effort to be understanding of Spike. He doesn't have a choice. If people could choose how they wanted to be born, why would so many people be lonely or self-conscious or half-blind without their glasses or..." I realize I am going off on a tangent and force myself to stop talking. I shift my weight to my other leg. "Anyway, I thought it wouldn't hurt to look. We can ask the house elves if they have seen him around. Would that be okay?" I look to her for approval, subliminally understanding her alpha role in our relationship.

[freak_ofnature]

Wow, he's noisy when you wind him up. Not that I'm not interested in what he's saying, but my attention span is only so long, and I drift out toward the end, just sortof nodding.

"so it goes bad, and then it's like what, non-edible? or just nasty tasting?"

I really am interested in my line of work, for as much as I knock it, I love violence and weapons and knowing about demons and things. At his request for leadership, I get up.

"yeah, that works"

and I lead the way toward the kitchen

[watcherwesley]

"Actually, I'm not sure. I've never drank any blood sooo...we can ask Spike! He is the authority, obviously. I wonder if he likes the taste of food at all?" I muse to myself. I look at Samantha. She appears to be interested more in the draperies than in me so I stop yammering and meekly follow her out of the dining room towards the kitchen, dragging the heavy weapons behind me, hoping she won't notice that my ability to balance heavy loads of swords and textbooks isn't exactly colossal. She is a slayer after all, super strength, but still a girl. How far can I sink in embarrassment in front of the fairer sex?

[freak_ofnature]

I look back and notice that he's an accident waiting to happen, carrying far to much and struggling with it.

"did you want some help?"

hey, if he's not going to ask for it, I'm not going to give it. I'm not a pack animal or anything.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I come out of the kitchen after downing a cup of blood and head down the hallway. Peering in the great hall I see Samantha and Wesley heading in my direction. I hang back a little and watch, bleedin hell those uniforms do make me crazy, the way those girls wear them...

I see her turn to help junior watcher with of of the bag's he's carrying, bending to pick it up, and I see my moment, walking in.

"damn what I wouldn't give to be on a fly on the floor right about now..."

I smirked, I could tell by the way she turned she knew exactly what I meant. Girls love to act like they don't like those things...

((tag, Wes))

[watcherwesley]

Samantha bends to help me anyway. I know she is trying to be nice but she must think I am some kind of a loser. I realize I am completely castrated in her eyes. Well, I wasn't hoping she would like me in that way anyhow, her friendship is the real prize. Besides, the right girl may be around the next corner, who knows?

I see Spike sauntering over. I smile and give a half-wave but his eyes are not on me. He appears to be staring rudely at Samantha's skirt. I hear him made a lewd comment that makes my cheeks turn pink, but Spike is all swagger and no shame. I sort of envy him, he is the living definition of id.

[watcherwesley]

"No! Right as rain!" I say in a falsely cheerful voice. Ask a girl to help me? God, I would rather die. No need to point out how pathetic I am, is there? I wish I had a tenth of her confidence and strength. Must be nice to be chosen for anything.