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[student_lighter]

Chris had replicated a pen and padd of paper--it just felt weird to work on spells on a PADD and he couldn't afford distractions. Trying to help Trever last night hadn't gone well, but hopefully he'd show up today for their 'date' AKA the only way he could get the man to sit with him and brainstorm about how to break whatever magic had hold of him.

So, Chris was in Ten Forward, a couple of pieces of paper spread over the table, each containing a different spell or potion, or some combination of the two. He had a couple different spells and potions for sleeping, a spell to discourage a lover and remove gods from mortals that he had found in the Warren Book of Shadows. But he was still concerned with how any magic he did might react with the magic already working on Trever.

Chris bit his pen, and twirled it between his fingers, frustrated. Maybe he could find a leprechaun? They could use a little luck.

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[student_lighter]

"You have no idea just how shitty. At least here, I get a breather from it. Mostly."

[notalwaysstrong]

"Mostly?" Mack probes. If anything, this gets the kid off of his case.

[student_lighter]

"Well, the three people making my life miserable aren't here, so I don't have to worry as much. Most of the danger the security guys take care of." Chris shrugged. "It's easier to relax and work when people aren't trying to kill you. Or get you to lose your job."

[notalwaysstrong]

"Office trouble, huh?" Mack asks, with a hint of sympathy in his voice. Affected sympathy, but it seems genuine enough.

"So, this place is better for you?"