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Xander sat on the edge of his bed, laptop on his knee. He wasn't typing, or reading really either, though he was scanning up and down a snarky review of the latest Mr. What episode and idly noting where he should be cracking up if he were actually paying attention to it. Which he wasn't. He was mostly just... not taking down posters.

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[Open for visitors after Isabel leaves; just if Willow's here, nobody else is; you either came before or after her.]

Date: 2006-05-10 01:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"True enough," Isabel agreed. "I'm sure I'll be visiting often enough. And you better not let the stairs stop you from wandering by."

Date: 2006-05-10 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You were in pretty bad shape that day," she laughed. "I can't believe you spent the night in the stairwell."

Date: 2006-05-11 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Good point. Although elves would be an interesting addition to the school." Isabel got to her feet, "Parker said Jack Harkness is back. I think I'm going to go down and say hi. I'm sorry, but I need the cheering up at the moment."

Date: 2006-05-11 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel nodded, "Yeah. Pick a point and go from there..." Leaning down she gave Xander a quick hug. "I'll see you later," she said quietly and then left.

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