When I'm confident, I'm hopeless - just like everybody else right before they fall apart...
The Doctor is trying to slip into the Casa unnoticed, like nothing happened, like he didn't slip out early on Christmas morning to track down an old not-quite friend. Looking like nothing happened is a bit more difficult when he's having trouble easing the frustration from his face, the tension from his body... but maybe, if he's lucky, no one will notice. Or ask. That would be nice.
Casey has a puppy. She's sitting on a bench in the park, and the puppy is sitting in her lap. She's tried to persuade it to chase a ball or go run around or whatever it is puppies do, but this one apparently has objections to snow. Casey, to be honest, has no idea what she's doing with a dog.
Also in the park, Zoe is covered in snow. She's dusting it off herself, looking incredibly annoyed and trying not to shiver. Her brother is an idiot, and one day she's going to learn how to banish things precisely enough that she can drop them on his head. ...right now, she'd settle for knowing how to banish all the snow off her before it slipped down the back of her coat. Which it already has.
Gale is prowling through downtown Chicago, and though he is wearing a coat, it's unbuttoned and he doesn't seem to notice the cold. He's fairly sure he doesn't like this city. He'd like it a lot better if magic worked here, but every spell he's spoken has done absolutely nothing. He's bound to find another way sooner or later, but for the moment, it's incredibly irritating.
Casey has a puppy. She's sitting on a bench in the park, and the puppy is sitting in her lap. She's tried to persuade it to chase a ball or go run around or whatever it is puppies do, but this one apparently has objections to snow. Casey, to be honest, has no idea what she's doing with a dog.
Also in the park, Zoe is covered in snow. She's dusting it off herself, looking incredibly annoyed and trying not to shiver. Her brother is an idiot, and one day she's going to learn how to banish things precisely enough that she can drop them on his head. ...right now, she'd settle for knowing how to banish all the snow off her before it slipped down the back of her coat. Which it already has.
Gale is prowling through downtown Chicago, and though he is wearing a coat, it's unbuttoned and he doesn't seem to notice the cold. He's fairly sure he doesn't like this city. He'd like it a lot better if magic worked here, but every spell he's spoken has done absolutely nothing. He's bound to find another way sooner or later, but for the moment, it's incredibly irritating.