Room 328, Tuesday After Classes
Dawn's side of the room was looking a bit like a demon had gone rampaging through it. Lamps, shoes, furniture--it was all on top of her textbooks. Random pieces of notebook paper were being held down by pieces of chalk, and she was trying to memorize traps and demons for her final the next day.
She grabbed a stake out of the box Xander had given her for Thanksgiving, and was using it to threaten her Literature books, which were sitting just outside the salt circle, almost expectantly. If she didn't know any better, she'd say they were waiting for her. "I do not have time for this."
Which was just about the time she noticed the pen writing on her hand and scowled. "That's not true! Take that back!"
She grabbed a stake out of the box Xander had given her for Thanksgiving, and was using it to threaten her Literature books, which were sitting just outside the salt circle, almost expectantly. If she didn't know any better, she'd say they were waiting for her. "I do not have time for this."
Which was just about the time she noticed the pen writing on her hand and scowled. "That's not true! Take that back!"