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Festivus in July, Fandom High front lawn, Friday afternoon

Sometime during morning workshops, when no one was paying nearly enough attention except those concerned, the Fandom High schoolgrounds had filled with snow.

For the record, "those concerned" meant Rory Gilmore and several dozen snow cone distributors from the mainland. But who wants to ruin the illusion? Students who were curious might assume that it was simply a Festivus in July miracle, or some such.

In the middle of the lawn stood a bare, aluminum pole. Festivus tradition, you know.

[Yes, the schoolgrounds have snow. I'm weathermodding and saying it's cool enough today through this evening for it to stick, and it'll melt overnight. And yes, we're having Festivus in July. For those not in the know, here is a handy Wiki link! ~~Please wait for OCD.~~ Up, yay!]

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"Nah, I just don't like the taste," he shrugged and gave his pot roast a go. "How are you doing?"

"Still in panic mode about having detention," Willow said. "My record was clean!"

"I don't think they actually put that on your record," Cameron assured her and frowned, maybe getting slightly panicky as well. "I hope not."

Willow looked like she was ready to panic again. Possibly even hyperventilate.

Cameron reached out to touch her arm, hoping to keep her from panicking too much. "Do you want to find out? We could ask principal Washburn?"

"I had a clean record!" Willow said. "I was a perfect student!"

"You didn't do anything wrong," Cameron assured her. "It's just a lottery. I highly doubt they'll put that on your record."

Willow looked hopeful. "Promise?"

Cameron opened his mouth, but he wasn't entirely sure and he didn't want to lie. "I'm pretty certain, but I can try to find out for sure?"

Willow looked at him in a sad and pathetic fashion.

"I'll find out," Cameron promised quickly, trying not to flail because that was really sad and pathetic.

Willow squished him in a grateful hug. "Thank you, Cameron!"

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Cameron hadn't been expecting the squishing, but he carefully hugged her back. "You're welcome, but I'm going to finish off my food first, alright?"

"Totally okay," Willow said. "This is not something to be done on an empty stomach. Here. Have donuts."

"Thanks. Nothing should be done on an empty stomach," Cameron pointed out as food was important to him.

"Except maybe the eating of meals," Willow pointed out. "I think that works better if you start out hungry."

"Now you're just being logical," Cameron chuckled.

"I do that sometimes," Willow said, looking cute.

"Well stop it," Cameron said, mock-serious.

Willow tried another expression.

"I'm not going to eat faster if you look at me like that," Cameron snickered.

"How about like this?" Willow asked, trying for something more stern.

Cameron shook his head. "No, that's going to make me nervous."

"How about this?" Willow asked, smiling.

Cameron smiled back and started eating again. "Much better."

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