soldtoarmenians: (ow)
2006-06-12 11:34 am

Room 121, Late Monday Morning

Xander stared at the package on his bed, which he'd just retrieved from the post office, a walk that his still generally-aching body wasn't real happy about. He'd had an idea what was in the package, though, and no idea how long it would last before spoiling. It was postmarked London, Florence, O'Fallon, and Castle Rock. It had stamps on it, but the date on them was slightly obscured by what he assumed were owl footprints. So yeah, he was gonna guess butterbeer and pumpkin juice.

He opened it carefully, or as carefully as his splinted-up hand would allow.

Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and flobberworm larvae (dead). Joy.

He opened up his laptop. Dr Willo: )
soldtoarmenians: (thinking)
2006-05-16 09:22 pm

Room 121, Tuesday Evening


Weird didn't begin to describe this afternoon's common room experience. Oh, talking with Jamie Madrox and Bridge about movies and tv both ahead of and behind Xander's time had been... normal enough, for Fandom, and it was nice to catch up with Isabel. But then there was this whole thing with bookshelf building that was....uh yeah, and sent him fleeing to finally track down Willow to test his suspicions on why she'd been acting so strange... or at least confirm that she was, and... yup. Confirmation so not a problem.

And it was time to figure out just what the heck that was all about. Picking up a familiar object from his desk, Xander also grabbed a piece of appropriately froggie notepaper and scribbled 'Gone to see Willow' on it. He tacked the note to the bulletin board on the outside of his door, grinning at the photo of 'Charlene' Kawalsky pinned above it, then headed for the 5th floor.

soldtoarmenians: (1-reading)
2006-04-12 11:55 pm

Wednesday


Things What Happened To Xander

Shop with...trees.
Common Room with...slime. And facepalming.


Thing What Should Be Making Xander's Ears Burn (but aren't, because not psychic omg)

Something tasteful in the school paper...
Journalistic Integrity includes stalking, yay. Or not.
Whaddya know, someone's dreaming again.