somewhere between waking and sleeping. [open, backdated to april 1st]

[hexappeal]

Zatanna was, more often than not, an early bird. She liked seeing the sunrise and getting a head start on her day -- of course, it was easier to be up in the dark hours of the morning when one had been hit with a bout of insomnia the previous evening. The past week had yielded little sleep for the magician, but it didn't bother her all that much. Despite having been here for a few months, there was still always more to see. There was apparently a sauna and some greenhouses and a magical library worth raiding several times over and today was an excellent day to explore and attempt to avoid human contact, considering the nature of the holiday. In her younger years, she might have been more keen on teasing the strange folk here, but right now? She was more concerned with taking all she could from the experience of being here.

Dawn was creeping closer and closer, so she grabs a sweater to throw over her t-shirt and keep her warm and heads off through the school. Ultimately, she decides to head out toward the lake with a cup of coffee in hand. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it.

Trickster, Angel, and all around troublemaker ((Application, Gabriel, SPN canon))

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Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”

The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”

Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”

“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”

He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.

( Okay, kids. I can play along )