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Construction Site: Wednesday August 22nd, all day

If you noticed a Xander-less construction site for most of the morning, you weren't imagining things. It took him a while to hop there from MCA.

He really should have called somebody and asked them to put up a sign, but he might be just a little stubborn. Maybe.

There's paintbrushes, there's a grim-faced guy sitting next to the paint-cans looking lazy but he's not, and there's still music playing. Loudly.
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"Do you think anyone is going to stop her? Listening to the way she talked about Aly and Deadpool, it sounds like they tried," she said carefully. "Because things can't go on like this."

This close to Umbridge's office, Xander didn't think it was smart to say much out loud -- even with TMBG blaring under the windows. But he nodded. "People might be thinking things like that."

"Good. If I can help. At least when I can see again." She had to make the offer. If she couldn't help Max and Michael, at least she could help her friends.

Which qualifier didn't exactly incline Xander towards roping her into any plans the townie and teachery types were putting together, because for once Xander could see the sense in keeping the students out of it, no matter how powerful and good at taking care of themselves they were. They were also far more under Umbridge's thumb than the adults, and far easier for her to hurt.

He nodded, though. "I'm still waiting to hear."

Isabel had a feeling that once again she was going to be kept out of the loop to be kept safe. "Well if you do." But she wouldn't hold her breath.

"So I liked the dye job."

Xander grinned. "On Bridge?"

"No, the poodle," Isabel laughed. "Of course on Bridge. He looked adorable."

"Well, the poodle probably looked pretty cute too." Someone's poodle. At some time or other. Not that Xander's ever dyed one green.

"Now I'm going to be looking for a green poodle," she told him. "And around this place? It would not shock me to find one. Hanging out with the teal deer even."

"If you find one, I didn't do it. I did do Bridge, though." Xander opened his mouth a split second after he shut it, and held up a finger. "...'s hair. Did Bridge's hair."

The qualifier was a split second too late. Isabel laughed out loud. "So, so, so dirty."

"No, it was very clean; we did it in the shower."

"......His hair."

"TMI! TMI!" she exclaimed, giggling madly even though it hurt her eyes.

"'Cause it's got the spray thingie!"

Xander sighed. "I should just quit now, huh."

"It's probably a good idea," Isabel said as she pulled off her sunglasses and gently rubbed her eyes. "Because I don't want to start laughing the next time I see Bridge. He wouldn't understand."

[Bed for me. Pick up in the morning?]

Xander winced at the state of her eyes. "He probably would; all you'd have to say is 'Xander.' "

[*tucks you in!*]

"You know? You do have a point there," she smiled, slipping the glasses back on. Glare, even through haze, hurt. "It's nice that some things are just understood."

He grinned, despite the circumstances. "It's good to have you back." A pause. "Good for me - not so good for you with the not going back?"

"Yes? And no?" Isabel said, conflict evident on her face. "I was able to get a message to them, to let them know where I was, and that I wanted to come back. But they wouldn't open a way back for me. They said it's too dangerous. So as much as I'm glad to be here, I still feel guilty because they're out there and I'm not there to watch their backs."

"Know that feeling, yeah." There was always somebody whose back he couldn't be there to watch, though this spring when he'd started to thing his hair was going to go gray may have been the worst of it.

"It's the not knowing that's the worse," she explained, looking away and studying the rebuilt school. "There's just no easy way to get in contact. So I'm not sure I'll ever know what happens to them. I just imagine the worse, which makes it difficult to play happy, cheerful high school student, you know?"

Xander nodded. "I do. Not that you guys were fighting a war while I was gone -- or maybe the trolls count? But yeah. I know what you mean. The wondering sucks."

"I'm trying for not thinking. We'll see how well that works," she shrugged. "But for now? I think I'm going to go head in and find someplace dark until this wears off. I just wanted to see you."

"I'll get hit if I say anything about being a sight for sore eyes, yes?"

"If a hug counts as a hit? Yes, you will," Isabel said. There would have been eye-rolling but that would probably hurt.

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