Room 320, Tuesday Afternoon

[likethegun]

Anyone who knew Sam well, or who had gotten used to seeing him going in and out of room 328 over the last two years, might have been surprised to see him moving all of his things into room 320 over the course of the morning.

The fact was, everything in Sam's old room reminded him of Dawn, and made him think about what he'd done to her and how sometimes he was, as Rikku had put it, pathetic. And maybe he didn't deserve to put all of that behind him, but that didn't mean that Peter or anyone else should have to deal with it.

So, Sam had put in for a room change, and shuffled everything down four doors. He arranged the room a little differently since he had the space to himself, giving Scout plenty of floor space for his bed and his toys. Not that he expected Scout to sleep anywhere but the unoccupied bed; he was rather spoiled that way, after all. Once everything was out of his old room and at least sitting in his new room - he still needed to figure out how he was going to arrange all of his books - Sam went ahead and started setting up protections around the window and door. Having done it so many times before, it was a nice, almost mindless distraction.

[Door and post open. He's muttering Latin and holding a knife, so take that as you will. :)]

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois was passing by and couldn't help but notice Sam muttering jiggery pokery and holding a knife.

"Ooh, are we cursing somebody?" Lois asked, leaning against the door frame. "Should I get my sacrificial robes?"

[likethegun]

Sam stopped for a moment, glanced over at Lois and smirked. "I'm trying to protect myself against curses," he said. "And now I'm trying to imagine you in sacrificial robes too."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"I make long, flowy robes look damn good, thank you very much," Lois said. Then she sneezed. Stupid dogs. "Ew."

[likethegun]

Scout was awake for once, and padded over to the door to greet Lois.

"I'm sure you do," Sam said, smiling. "Are you okay?"

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just get a little sneeze-y around dogs," Lois said, trying her best to dodge Scout's greeting. "Which is why I'm not a frequent visitor in your room. Speaking of which, what's with the new address?"

[meg-powers.livejournal.com]

Meg had had the door to 319 open so she couldn't help but notice what was going on. Curiosity finally got the best of her and she crossed the hall to stand in the door frame.

"What are you doing?"

[likethegun]

The unfamiliar voice got Sam's attention, and he stopped what he was doing for a moment as he realized he might have looked a little strange. "Um. I'm trying to make my room safe," he said with vague honesty. "I just moved down here."

[meg-powers.livejournal.com]

"So I noticed," Meg replied. "I guess that makes us neighbors now. Sorry that I haven't baked a cake."

But she was still wondering about the chanting and the knife. "What does a knife and chanting have to do with making your room safe?"

[likethegun]

"It's...kind of like magic," Sam admitted. "To keep out ghosts and other bad spirits."

It had been a few weeks since school started. Maybe that wouldn't sound entirely crazy in the grand scheme of things.

[meg-powers.livejournal.com]

It still sounded crazy, but Meg was willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. "Are they that big of a problem around here? And I'm Meg by the way."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter had intended to stop by and see Sam after his classes. He was surprised to find him a few doors down from where he'd expected.

"Hey, what's up?"

[likethegun]

"Hey," Sam said, breaking into a smile. "I don't suppose you want to practice setting up room protections?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"That depends," Peter said. "Am I going to be hit with cherries?"

[likethegun]

"That's not generally part of the protections," Sam replied. "And I don't have any to throw at you. Sorry if that's disappointing."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"I'll find a way to put up with it," Peter said. He looked around. "If I didn't know better I'd say this was your stuff."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton stepped out of her room across the hall and froze. "Whoah!"

[likethegun]

Sam looked up from his book and smiled sheepishly. "Uh, hi," he said, trying to look non-creepy.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so, um... what's going on here?"

[likethegun]

"Nothing," Sam said quickly. "I mean, it's not what it looks like. I'm just protecting my room. Making it protected, that is."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"With a knife and weird chanting stuff?" Peyton said dubiously. "Are you a witch or something?"

"Not that I mean that in a bad way," she said quickly, hoping that if he was he wouldn't decide to curse her or anything for rudeness. "I was just, you know, wondering."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

So Dean was heading down to 328 to see if Sammy wanted to go grab some coffee or something, but paused at the doorway of 320 when he heard Sammy's recitation of Latin.

"So is there something you were meaning to tell me?"

[likethegun]

Sam turned around and in his defense, he gave Dean a sheepish smile when he realized he hadn't said anything to him about this. "Hey. I, uh, shifted down the hall."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So this was a sudden impulse?" Dean asked, leaning against the doorway. "Woke up this morning and just had to move right away?"

[likethegun]

"Not exactly," Sam said. "I've been thinking about it since classes started. But the office has this thing about people moving during the first two weeks of school, so..."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well," Dean continued, "just for future reference, your brother has this thing about people thinking about moving or leaving and not telling him."