44 Blueberry Hill, Thursday Evening

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was not hiding in the safety of the house at 44 Blueberry Hill.

Except that she totally was.

Although the relief of her students at seeing her unharmed and back in the classroom had calmed her nerves somewhat -- as did seeing Lana and Tori -- she still wasn't feeling well. She was still feeling tired and so much still hurt.

And she wasn't that comfortable with people seeing the bruises and therefore remembering everything that she had done and what lengths some people had to go to in order to set her mistake right.

So she was totally not hiding as she sat in the attic of the house.

Just because she was afraid to venture outside didn't mean that people couldn't come inside, though.


[[OOC: For the boys and anyone else who would want to come see the emo-hermit-guilt-ridden witch.]]

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[dadada-da.livejournal.com]

The smell of sugar and blueberry and just heated baking wafted up from the ground.

"I brought muffins," the Master said from below.

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

She had to smile. She remembered that he had threatened Phillipa and had known she had ben ousted.

"Doctor! Come on in."

[dadada-da.livejournal.com]

The Master held a finger. "I'll be right up."

Within moments, he opened the door. "Muffin?"

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

Phoebe smiled slightly. "I'd love one, thank you."