Sunday had not been pleasant. But they'd broken the curse and Wyatt and Chris were back to being themselves, although Isabel was pretty sure that it was going to be some time before things were back to normal. Class had proven that. Which was why she'd called Piper. Hopefully she could be an impartial ear.

At least Peter had been able to ( Read more... )

After finally finding handwavily talking to Chris late yesterday, Isabel had finally gone back to her room ( Read more... )

On her way up from the basement Isabel had run into Anders. Which was when she found out that no one else seemed to have switched personalities. Which meant whatever was wrong was probably something specific to Wyatt. Which meant it was probably some sort of magic ( Read more... )

Isabel had spent the day doing things like laundry, catching up on email, playing with her cat, going to Six Flags and riding El Toro, and reviewing the class offerings at UNLV and Cornell. She was going to have to make a decision very, very soon ( Read more... )

It was a very reluctant Isabel that dragged herself out of bed in order to get ready for work.

"Calling in sick sounds incredibly tempting," she grumbled.

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