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Meg's half-held her breath every time she's gone through a door for nearly a week now, but they've all gone right on leading to where they usually go.
She almost feels like a bluff has been called when she arrives here this evening, instead of in the library, though she couldn't quite say if she's the one doing the calling or being called.
There's nothing for her with Bar (she checks, even as she tells herself she doesn't expect there to be), and then she gets apple cider and makes her way over to a table with a good view of the door.
[OOC: Not plotlocked, but any other threads will be magically millitimed to before the one with Castiel.]
She almost feels like a bluff has been called when she arrives here this evening, instead of in the library, though she couldn't quite say if she's the one doing the calling or being called.
There's nothing for her with Bar (she checks, even as she tells herself she doesn't expect there to be), and then she gets apple cider and makes her way over to a table with a good view of the door.
[OOC: Not plotlocked, but any other threads will be magically millitimed to before the one with Castiel.]