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Office Hours (02/17/2006)

Jenny had several books open on her desk, and was typing out notes for next week's lectures into her laptop. She had a wooden box on the credenza to the side. That was filled with supplies of a slightly more occult nature for Xander's visit later today.

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Xander dutifully closed his eyes, and stretched his fingers out where they rested on his knees, just to cut off the instinct to do the opposite. He also took a deep breath, since he assumed sand in the lungs wouldn't be a party atmosphere either.

Possibly that was a little sarcastic, but at least it was just in his head.

Thankfully, Jenny wasn't telepathic. And she didn't have a built-in nonverbal snark detector. She took a deep breath and reached deep inside before she began to recite the spell.

"Thespia, we walk in shadow. We walk in blindness. You are the protector of the night. hespia, goddess," murmured Jenny quietly. "Ruler of all darkness, we implore you. Open a window to the world of the underbeing."

She poured a handful of sand out of the bag and blew it towards Xander before she finished the invocation, focusing on spells and charms, and willing any that had been cast to become visible in some way.

"With your knowledge may we go in safety. With your grace may we speak of your benevolence."

She paused, then said, "Open your eyes now, Xander."

He opened his eyes and looked at her hopefully.

"There are no spells on you," said Jenny. She held up her hand, which glinted softly where the sand had covered it. "Since I know for a fact I've got spells cast on me? We know the spell worked too."

OOC: Sorry for the long replies! I'm working around the kidlet and trying to get my computer room cleaned up.

"None?" Xander repeated, frowning. "Like nothing none, zilch, nada?"

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"Not a thing," said Jenny, brushing the sand off her fingers and onto the floor. She frowned. "That's good, though, right?"

If Xander's answer was slow in coming, it didn't lack in ~~forced~~ enthusiasm. "No, right, that's... great."

Ok, maybe it was a little lacky.

"Okay, Xander, what's wrong?" asked Jenny.

"Nothing. No, it's good. A little weird; I guess I was expecting there had to be something going on all the time, around here, but no, of course it's good. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because you're sounding a bit like I just told you there's a death sentence hanging over your head," said Jenny. "Just a bit. Why would you want the spell to be hanging on? Is there a school choir you're looking to join that I don't know about?"

Xander grinned quickly. "Ok, you caught me. No choir, but it would've been nice to keep the ability to carry a tune in a bucket."

Jenny shook her head. "Xander, seriously," she said. "If there's something wrong, maybe you should talk about it."

"Seriously, there's nothing--" Xander cut himself off because dude, so the wrong audience for the defensive, almost-pissy tone that was coming out of his mouth. "There's nothing wrong," he said, starting again and less stridently. "Just something a little weird that I'm trying to make sense out of, and a magicky explanation would've made it a lot simpler. No big deal."

"Okay, then," said Jenny matter-of-factly. She'd been a teacher long enough to recognize the signs of teenage angst. And really? Only so much you could do without being pushy. "If you're sure you don't want to talk about it. Or that there's nothing wrong."

"Really, really sure." Xander glanced down and dusted totally un-glowy sand off his jeans. "Oh, is it safe to be sarcastic now, by the way?" he asked without looking back up. "Not that I've got anything to be sarcastic about/i> at the moment, but I wouldn't want to walk out the door, run into Angel, say something about his hair and have my head turn into a turnip."

"Totally and one hundred percent," said Jenny. "Safe to be sarcastic, that is."

"Oh, good. Wouldn't want this to utterly change my lifestyle or anything." Xander stood and flicked more sand from his sleeve. "I should probably go - I have--" Okay, nobody was gonna believe homework. Not on a Friday, and not from him, and definitely not Ms. Calendar. "--people to be sarcastic to."

"Okay, then," said Jenny. She gave a half-wave. "I'll see you in class next week, then."

"Yeah, see you Wednesday." Xander nodded and turned to leave.

It might mean something that he was too distracted to say thank you, but perfectly able to remember that there was no class on Monday. Or possibly it just meant he was a teenage boy, and days off from school are hard-coded into their heads, even when nothing else in there is functioning properly.

OOC: If I'm making totally the wrong call here on an emotional reaction, let me know and I'll edit. Otherwise, I'll just screen this comment in a few.

OOC: No, he's definitely disappointed and covering badly; she's reading him right. He's not going to tell Jenny why, though - the most she'll get if she pushes is that it's just something personal and wouldn't affect anybody else, no big deal, yadda yadda.

{OOC and OT - There's sub-discussion in the I-Club thread about whether it was Jenny who souled Darla - it's a little buried and I guessed you might not see it, but since Jenny's there, I figured she might want to respond and block that particular line of thought.}

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