Willow had had a long day, what with an early wake up call on behalf of someone who had felt very eager to meet the family.

Which was why, now, Willow was resting with her ohmygodactuallybornandrealnow son swaddled up and also resting nearby.

There was also a wee fennec fox on top of a bureau so that he could watch over everything ( Read more... )

Any visitors to the Rosenberg-Pevensie suite would notice that preparations for an incoming baby were well under way. There were all sorts of toys, clothes, supplies, and furnishings that made life with a newborn at least somewhat easier to adjust to ( Read more... )

Willow couldn't believe it was time to go ( Read more... )

Junk food? Check.

Junk movies? Check.

Comfy jammies? Check.

Blankets, stuffies, and pillows? Check, check, and check.

Now all Willow needed were cabinmates who felt like enjoying a slumber party.

[ooc: open to Chimerians! (or those who'd like to knock/crash)]

Willow got up, saw that there was still a blackout going on, and figured she might as well try to do something about it.

She closed her eyes, concentrated, recited a spell, then opened them again.

Tiny Tinkerbell lights floated all around her ( Read more... )

A Willow without classes was a Willow with a serious need to do organizing or school-related work. So she got up early, packed her things, and went out to her assigned cabin ( Read more... )

( Dear Buffy... )

Once more in possession of her teacher, mother, secret lover computer, Willow settled in to her alcove, fired up the laptop, and got to composing.

( Email to Xander )

With Marie away at the slumber party on the fourth floor, Willow had the room to herself. Making sure nobody was around to see her, she locked the door, picked up the phone, and dialed.

( Ring. Ring. )