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Noah Strange (ex_strangelo382) wrote in gen_m_logs,

All the books that had been thrown out were picked up, Noah coming closer to inspect the covers. OK, none of his books. Even though he didn't think his enchantments were fire-proof, but it would make sense that they would be.

Noah, of course, was dressed. All the way. T-shirt and dorm pants, socks and sneakers. The few books he kept in his room for practice (including his Book of Shadows) were under his arm. He muttered and the books piled themselves off to the side on the concrete. "There, now they won't even be muddy."

Looking up into the window, Noah cocked his head. "Wes? I don't have pants but..." Noah undid the Cloak around his wrist and let it grow some. "A kilt, not a dress." God Wes, please don't leak on it. At least he was trying to be helpful. "Do you need a glamor?" You know, to make it look like he's wearing pants? Noah was at a loss.