From the Ashes

Who: Bob and Gerard
Where: hospital wing
What: coffee monkeys are wonderful things
When: Saturday morning around breakfast (11/14)

It was with great reluctance that Bob dragged himself out of bed and over to Betsy's dishes when she woke him up. He cleaned them with a charm, then filled them again. She immediately set in, eating as quickly as she possibly could while still maintaining an air of dainty sophistication. Cats, go figure.

He really wished he could go back to bed, but no doubt the daily influx of confused, de-aged amnesiacs would be starting up soon, which meant he should actually see about making it into the hospital wing. Sighing, Bob got dressed, trying to ignore the way his seventeen-year-old body practically swam in the robes, and did just that, albeit not without some trips and stumbles. Brian better fix this soon, Bob had been overjoyed when he'd grown out of his teenage awkwardness and he was not enjoying this reminder of it. Not to mention that he really, really was not looking forward to aging at an increased rate over what would no doubt be a very short period of time. Nobody ever thought about trying to fix things like this in a gradual, easing manner. Bah.

Who: William and Spencer
When: Friday, before dinner (13th)
Where: The library
What: Back to school

Spencer's eyebrows were not quite singed off; they weren't even that charred, really. He gave his reflection a satisfied grin before he headed back out into the hallway, keeping a wary lookout for Schechter. He was pretty sure that he couldn't get a detention -- couldn't even get suspended; they didn't suspend teachers, right? -- but he wasn't stupid enough to think he was going to escape the Headmaster's wrath entirely.

The best course of action after setting off highly illegal fireworks in the Headmaster's office was, of course, to split up, so Spencer headed down through the corridors rather than going back immediately to Ryan's rooms. He planned on staying the night there, whether Ryan liked it or not -- evil plants! trying to eat him! -- but until then, he had someone else to catch up with.

"A kid laughed at me when I asked where I'd find you," Spencer announced in a cheerful undertone, pushing his way into the mostly empty library and heading for the desk. "Apparently thinking you'd ever change was a gross show of optimism on all of our behalf."

Who: Gabe and Ryan (spectators and interruptions welcome!)
When: Thursday after dinner
Where: Staff lounge
What: Serious chess business

Scrabble was all very well and good, but it wasn't a game for real men - it was just a spelling bee crossed with parquetry - and Gabe would feel that way even if he hadn't been banned from playing after the time he got caught drawing an extra leg on a P when he needed an R.

Chess was a completely different matter. Chess had history and tradition and application and gravitas. And also Gabe didn't completely suck at it. It had actually been quite a long time since he'd played a round, and so help him, there was going to be one tonight. He had the board all set up on the table in the staff lounge - Western rules and all, he was making sacrifices, man - he just needed a victim partner and--

"Fuck it." He also needed the pieces to stop rearranging themselves. Bloody animated English chess sets.