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Room 312, Saturday night
Post-luau, Dinah was playing with Camille in her room, music on and thinking of everything that had happened over the last two weeks, including vampires, demons, boys-who-were-girls, and presents and the party and everyone else there.

Loooots to think about.

[for one blonde witch]

Messy was much, much more fun.

"Yeah. I keep learning that here too. Or trying to." Dinah smiled, eyes sad, and turned her hand over to squeeze Karla's. "But I'm so glad you listened. My brain is a lot less overwhelmed than it was before we talked." She shrugged. "Not that it makes everything okay. But it feels like a start."

Truer words may have never been typed.

"I hate to say it, but only time is really going to make things okay," Karla said, giving Dinah's hand a sympathetic squeeze. "Time and work. But, as you said, it's a start. And the burden will be lightened by friends who provide alcohol, chocolates, and stupid jokes," she teased.

"My friends are the best," Dinah said decisively, and grinned. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Karla said. "Think about what that says about you, though, that all your friends are so wonderful."