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[ever_noteful]

January was what one might call an eventful month, if one were being judicious.

But it's over, and February is looking promising.

Meg has a seat near the fire, and is flipping through a book of knitting patterns.

She's just not sure what she's looking for yet.

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[thursdays_angel]

There's a slight disturbance of the atmosphere behind her at her shoulder.

Castiel tilts his head at the book of patterns.

"Why are they named?"

[ever_noteful]

Meg jumps.

"You startled me," she says.

"Hello, Castiel.

"And I guessed they're named for the same reason anything is. So you can keep them straight, and identify them."

[thursdays_angel]

"My apologies."

Castiel frowns a little.

"You had stopped being startled," he observes.

It has been some time since Meg had jumped like that at his arrival.

[ever_noteful]

"Had I?" she asks.

"Sorry, I've been a little . . . distracted, maybe, lately."

Or on edge. That would also work.

[fairytaleknight]

A teenage boy in a blue and white school uniform is sitting not far from Meg, reading The Sorrows of Young Werther in German.

Noticing Meg, the boy closes the book (marking the page with a finger). "Good evening," says Fakir.

(A few months ago, Fakir wouldn't have bothered. He is, however, gradually acquiring some manners.)

[ever_noteful]

"Good evening," Meg says, looking up from her own book.

There's a slight, easy smile.

[fairytaleknight]

The woman reminds him, Fakir decides, of a friend of his guardian's. Raetsel spent a long and thankless time trying to teach Fakir social skills. Fakir dredges some of them up.

"Fakir," he introduces himself. "We haven't met."

[ever_noteful]

"I'm Meg Ford," she says. "And now we have.

"And it's nice to meet you.

"Are you new?"