509, Wednesday evening

[willbedone]

After her fight with Peter Willow hadn't felt like doing much.

Since she didn't have class until Friday, not doing much was pretty easy.

So there she was, in her room, curled up on her bed, and very thoroughly miserable.

[ooc: Here for someone who has the key. Get it? Key? I crack myself up.]

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[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn's curiosity had finally gotten the better of her, and she had to talk to Willow. Hopefully, amnesia weekend had been just a Fandom fluke and she was just being melodramatic. If it hadn't been, though, it was possible she was more afraid of Willow than the vampires.

Possibly even more than Umbridge (before Special Collections).

With a deep breath, Dawn knocked on the door.

[willbedone]

"Come in?" Willow said, with a wistful note that indicated that she hoped it was Peter.

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Hey," Dawn opened the door and closed it quietly behind her. And because it was a wistful-sounding Willow, her first question was, "Are you okay?"

[willbedone]

"Oh, hey Dawnie," Willow said. "I'm... me. By myself. I've had evenings of more fun. You?"