Study Hall - Monday, October 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits on the floor of the study hall, playing with a bunch of black lab puppies.

No, really.

And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.

Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.

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[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah glares up at Angelus from the floor as she scratches one of the puppies on the tummy. "What the hell is your problem, Angelus?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Off the top of my head," Angelus said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm guessing not enough coffee."

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah cocks an eyebrow and mutters, "Yeah, I'll bet."

She grabs a rubber ball from her desk and rolls it across the floor towards Angelus, one of the puppies bounding eagerly after it.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus stopped the ball with his foot, then gave it a nudge to roll back in the direction it came from.

"Yeah," he said, as though this decided something for him, "Journalism classroom."

He turned and walked out.

[swerval_zero]

Oh, don' worry, ma'am. They're safe. He doesn' wanna get fur in his mouth.

[swerval_zero]

*claps hand over mouth and glances guiltily at Rory*

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory's too busy being mocked by Marty (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/228577.html?thread=10778593#t10778593) to really notice what's going on with Angelus and the omgadorable puppies.

[swerval_zero]

*Zero is v. relieved*