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snarkyprincess) wrote2007-01-06 12:34 pm
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Room 306, Saturday Morning
Summer was sitting on her bed, flipping through a gossip magazine she'd brought with her from home. Though the gossip from this year was intriguing, she still preferred to know what was going on with all the famous people back in her dimension.
She was waiting impatiently for the pot of coffee she'd started to finish. She'd never made coffee on her own before, so this would be an interesting experiment.
She probably should have just gone to The Perk.
[ooc: door and post are open, especially for the roomie]
She was waiting impatiently for the pot of coffee she'd started to finish. She'd never made coffee on her own before, so this would be an interesting experiment.
She probably should have just gone to The Perk.
[ooc: door and post are open, especially for the roomie]
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He put the book aside and smiled at Summer. "I'm starting to. My brother and I went to meet our aunt the other night. She took it surprisingly well."
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"So you mentioned that your boyfriend can heal. Is he a white lighter?"
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He took the mug and sipped from it. He tried really hard not to make a face at how bad it was.
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"A white lighter is a guardian angel for witches."
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"And, yeah, white lighters are people who were exceptionally good in life and are given a second chance after their death. But I inherited the power from my dad."
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He glanced at his coffee cup. "Hey, Summer?"
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He started scooping coffee grounds into the filter. "There, that should do it."
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She gave him a small smile. "Thanks."
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He got up to pour them new cups of coffee. "Are the laundry machines attacking something I should be worried about?"
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"I heard they went on strike once, but not sure if they actually attacked," she continued. "During finals week, all the books and writing utensils randomly attacked. Made studying difficult."
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