Room 406, Saturday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Or, Xander Harris and the Inbox of Doooom

Viagra spam yawn.

Invitation from Jake to go buy a couch...um. Okay. possibly. Despite... almost complete lack of money. But hey, birthdays coming up liek whoa.

E-mail from Willow, oh crap.

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: *POKE* *POKE* love, Willow

....*headdesk*

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* ...hi? love, Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! ~Willow

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* You said I had til Saturday! ~Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* It IS Saturday!!!! ~Willow

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* ...Oh. The...uh. Time just flew by? ~Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* Spill. Now. Date. Clearly you're still alive, and you *seem* unpossessed... How did it go? Love, Your BFF with the broom

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* It...went? love, Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* Right. *gases up broom to fly over and hold you upside-down over a... do you guys have a lake?* Love, Your BFF with the broom and the ability to turn you into a three-toed sloth

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* Duck pond. Your broom so doesn't run on gas. love, Your BFF who, due to Skeeter, is surprisingly less fearful of animal transformation than you might imagine.

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* It runs on frustration with frustrating BFFS, so it should get me over an ocean and a couple of dimensions, no problem. Details, NOW. Love, Your BFF with the broom, wand, complete details on the Teeny Little Superguy Underoos story, and ability to hack your entire school's e-mail system if I have to.

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* It went...well? love, Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* That's...not details. But better. Like, well enough that it'll happen again? Love, Your BFF with see previous e-mails for non-rescinded threats

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* ...you could say that, yes. love, Your BFF who is totally going offline now so further threats would so be a waste of your time and dignity at this juncture.

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* Threats... on hold. At least the ones to *you.* So... this person, does she have a *name*? And, say, an e-mail address? To which I could send a nice, polite, chatty letter wherein I explain that I wish you all the best, tell her your favorite ice cream flavors, and never mention underoos at all? Love, Your BFF with no ulterior motives whatsoever.

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* NO! love, Your BFF who is totally offline.

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*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]

Comments

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander actually had to think about it. "Actually...yeah? Except for a near-mishap with a wa-- glass with the clear liquid in it -- at the beginning, I think I mostly kinda forgot I was supposed to be terrified."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That's always a good sign," she laughed. "It's when you're staring at your salad about to start reciting the weather report that you should start getting worried."

"How bad was the movie? From what I've seen they do show some interesting ones there."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Horror flick of the 'wow, that's really disgusting' school of cinema. Mockage definitely occurred."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ick. I never see the point in movies like that," Isabel said. "Well unless you start of pool on the order the vapid vixens get killed in. Then you can make money."

"Do you think you'll go out again?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Actually, probably your better class of gross-out flick; have to give it props for being pretty low on the vapid vixens." Xander coughed and glanced down at his desk. "Unless they all showed up during the second half. I may be a little hazy on how it ended."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Should I ask why you were hazy?" she asked with a laugh as she climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Or are you going to play coy and not kiss and tell?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glanced up, grinned, and ducked his head again. "Was that question six? Because the answer to five was... it seems pretty likely, yeah."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel ruffled Xander's hair on her way past him. "Good for you. Enjoy the time you have left. And yes that was question six."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stifled... something, he wasn't sure what, at the concept of time you have left. Something he wasn't quite ready to look at head on, just kept glancing at out of the corner of his brain.

"Ah. In that case I'm gonna play coy and say I don't kiss and tell." He snickered. "Which is ... really not all that coy, because who answers that way if there's nothing to not tell?"