[color=lightskyblue]𝕎  𝕚  𝕝  𝕝  𝕠  𝕨[/color]

She always forgets when she’s high.

“No thank you.” Willow says, in response to Helen’s invitation to join her in the smoking. She has the slightest hint of resentment in her ethereal voice. Far be it from her to get in the way of her friend having a good time, but it wasn’t something she was comfortable with getting involved with herself. And thus, this was pretty much it for the two of them tonight. No talking about anything golem-related, that was for sure.

“Awwwwww, come oooooooon…” Helen says, still on the floor, trailing off into a giggle as she tries to get Willow to partake of the smoke filling up the room.

“No.” Willow says again, “You just… have fun here. I’ll see you later.”

And with that, the ghostly Willow descended through the floor of the room, leaving Helen and the gaggle of other ‘inebriated’ students to their own devices.

Well, [i]device[/i]. There was only one bong.

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Willow drops down above the crowd of people, taking a brief moment to look around and see what was happening.

She sees Henry and Elle at the pong table, getting started on their match, Christopher being the premier spectator - with a very verdant date alongside him. The image of a gargantuan Henry holding a comparatively tiny paddle in his hand puts a smile on Willow’s face.

She sees Dexter nearby as well, talking with Mateo Ramos - the ‘War Pig’. The latter is seated on the floor in a puddle of yellow liquid. Willow puts two and two together easily enough - Dexter is just being nice.

Willow touches down in the crowd and recorporealizes. The moment she does, she is mashed against by a couple other people who hadn’t noticed her. “Watch it,” one of them says, nearly spilling their drink as they move away. Willow brushes it off and, with little else she can think of doing, decides to sit and watch the grand game of beer pong in action.

Her desire to talk about the golem is still there. But if everyone else is more focused on having fun, well…

She can put it aside for now.

Willow ghosts-and-floats over to the couch by the table, recorporealizing and taking up some of the free room left on it. She sits and smiles at Henry and Elle, and passes another to Christopher nearby, waiting and watching for the game to begin.