Room 208, early Monday morning

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Wyatt had spent pretty much the entire weekend holed up in his room, obsessively pouring over the Book of Shadows and a couple other books he'd found in the library after talking to Bridge. He was sure he could find a resurrection spell and bring his parents back to life. And he definitely had the power to pull it off. He had Excalibur, after all. And more than a few hours had been spent summoning and vanishing the sword -- just to see that he could.

Then late Sunday night he heard the radio. And facepalmed. And started making plans for revenge on a certain big-mouthed psycho ex-girlfriend of Anders.


[Establishy, mainly, but open if you have a need to bother Wyatt. ;) ]

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The squirrel on the ledge outside his window frowned, trying to figure out what Wyatt was up to.

He finally wrote down, "WYATT were starin' off into space most o' the day. Mayhaps he be learnin' 2 play music usin' the power o' his mind?"