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Xander? Totally studying for Creature Languages.

By remote viewing, obviously, since his book is on his bed, his notes are in the laptop next to his book, and he is across the room from both, using a froggie treat tied to a pencil to try to teach Jeremiah how to dance to the Movie With Kevin Bacon In It That There Just Is No Good Meta Name For That's Simultaneously A Dancing Pun And A Pun On The Real Name soundtrack.

It's possible he's lost his mind due to finals week stress, of course. Or maybe he just had a really good day yesterday. After all, he built a swing-bed for a holographic dinosaur in Shop and watched his possibly b-word person be cute, got free study time in Magical Theory which he actually used for study, omg, visited the library where he finally got a library card and made it in and out of Special Collections without having to be rescued, then totally lost at cupcakes in the Common Room, woe. Except not.

It's possible the song playing is not the title song which scans a lot better in his dimension for some reason. It's possible Xander is grinning a lot, and it's possible that every so often he is glancing around to make sure no one is watching, then demonstrating the step he's trying to teach Jeremiah.

It would probably help if the door weren't open, huh.

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[ooc: *waves* Bored. The post, like the door, is open. It's set when Best Roomie Ever is in class, but iffen she wants to use it after class/gym, be my guest. And since Xander's 3rd period class is semi-cancelled, he's pretty much around all morning.]

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Sent: 20 April 1998 2:45 p.m.
Subject: re: HA! You're so not up yet. I win.

*taps foot*

Detail.

~Willow
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( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )

[Dear Xander:] --- Huh? Oh wait, that's not from Willow. Oh...boy, is that ever not from Willow. Right, not flailing. So...totally not flailing.

So totally... not sending this e-mail. At all. Really. ( Yo, Larry )

Well, maybe a little.

( Dear Harris: )
( Larry: )
( Dear Harris: )

*headdesk*

( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )

Not that Xander really needed another shower just to make sure all the slime was out of his hair? But... it was better than spending all day worrying about whether all the slime was out of his hair. Which come to think of it might have distracted him from worrying about other things all day, but it was too late now; you can't unshower.

You can send a text message while you wait for your hair to dry, though. And then an e-mail while you wait for your brain to return from whatever dimension it's currently taking a vacation in.

And then you can do other things besides sitting in front of your laptop waiting for a reply. Like...um. Play Tetris.

And not be at all vaguely disappointed when the New Mail popup turns out to be from ( Willow: )

To which you can reply with wide eyes, wet hair, and disappointment completely replaced by spazz-hands, if you're Xander: ( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

*headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk*

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

*headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *don't reply* - *headdesk*

*peek cautiously at inbox when this arrives moments later* ( Dear Xander: )

*sigh* *facedesk*

*head off to Creature Languages*

Xander? So going to the Special Hell. Despite making up with the roomie and arguing for the value of humanity as a species.

In fact, it's completely possible he's already there.

Creature Languages. In which the raven quoth pretty much everything but Nevermore.

The last rehearsal, OMG! Where things were rehearsed.

The 2nd floor common room. Where Rory cut her hair. Well, no, she didn't cut it there. But you get the idea.

In Creature Languages, Xander made unmanly noises at kitten!Zero, thanked her for saving him and Logan from Special Collections, and translated a song very, very badly. With killer bees.

Later, in the Common Room, Jaye was jumping a lot, defeated Xander with unfair Earth Logic on the subject of the Undiscovered Boykissy Room, and eventually fell on him. As you do. Meanwhile Angela congratulated him about the play, because irony is ironic that way, Callisto commiserated, and Blair... bounced. Was there really a question about how that sentence was going to end?

Hey, it was quiet up there, at least outside Xander's head, and he wasn't in the mood to sleep. Twinkies might eat him.

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Catching up on my So Called alleged life

( Dear Willow )

Morning announcements and a brief reaction thereunto.
Creature Languages. What is it with this 'quiz' thing, man? Seriously harshing the melon here.
Lunch where Xander wasn't.
E-mail from Parker about today's I-club not-meeting.
E-mail from Veronica about the Investigative section meeting after all.
6th period in the TA Lounge where weirdness abounds. Because that narrows things down... Ok, ghostly weirdness, according to Angela.
I-Club investigative team meeting - wherein Xander talked about hookers with the Tick. As you do.