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I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.

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October 26th, 2019


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Who: Stiles and Lydia
Where: Out in the snow and then back home
When: Oct 26th
What: The two love birds are hanging out.
Status: Incomplete

let it snow )

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Betty & Jughead
a brief furlough
Betty was grateful for the reprieve from their grounding, though she was doubtful it would continue past the time that Goodland was a winter wonderland. She didn't have the energy to protest how unfair the fact that they were grounded was when FP had informed them they could leave the cabin, but she was definitely of the opinion that she had been wronged. It had been wrong to go into the maze, but her mother was overreacting. A day of grounding would have been sufficient. Still it was nice that she and Jughead had been allowed to vacate the premises.

"What did you want to do, Juggie?" Betty asked him, and she leaned against him. "Did you want to go for a walk, maybe?"
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FP Jones & Alice Smith
celebrating their engagement
When Alice hadn't been at work, she had been baking, and the stress baking that had started when Betty and Jughead had gone off to investigate the maze had simply continued upon their return. FP suspected that the little one inside of Alice was making her crave junk food. He didn't mind. He was a Jones, after all. He was more than willing to be her official taste tester. With the kids out of the cabin the atmosphere had brightened considerably, and he had built a fire in the fireplace. He'd told Alice to change into something more comfortable.

"Hey, babe?" FP called as he headed into the kitchen. "I'm gonna make us some hot cocoa. You doing okay in there?"
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