Room 328, Monday, All Day
She'd finished her homework and written to Buffy yesterday, so today she was finally getting to the translations that Giles had sent her months ago. The scroll to be translated was open on the desk, and Dawn was making notes, surrounded by numerous dictionaries, only one of which was in a recognizable language.
She hummed as she worked, and the radio was on quietly in the background--instrumental jazz and blues, since anything with words could interact badly with the prophecy.
[ooc: Door is open.]
She hummed as she worked, and the radio was on quietly in the background--instrumental jazz and blues, since anything with words could interact badly with the prophecy.
[ooc: Door is open.]