In her dark lair of supreme meditating, Raven was floating cross-legged, surrounded by tall stacks of thick books, searching intently.

"Knock, knock," Raven could hear Beast boy hovering outside her door impatiently. As usual she was annoyed by this, but she expected it, especially after a full half-an-hour of peace, with still no news about the cold mind you.

She got up, letting all her books held up by her dark power drop to the floor and opened her door just a crack, so she could peer at the unwanted green visitor.

"Hey Raven! Whatcha doin'?" BB asked.

"Reading. Go away." Raven closed the door mentally. She really didn't have much patience for bad jokes today.

"Hey! Wait!" Beast boy was too slow to catch the door so he banged on it. "I just wanted to offer you some throat candies," he held them out.

Raven stuck her hand through the door and grabbed them. Then once she saw what they looked like she gave them back. "How old are those things?" She murmured through the door. They looked at least a couple centuries old, not to mention squished out of proportions and possibly molding.

"Oh, ya, heheh, funny story," Beast Boy whistled innocently.

"Ugh," Raven groaned and went back to searching her books. She heard a sad sigh, followed by footsteps walking away.

Phew. That gave her at least another half-an-hour before he came back around.

A few minutes later someone else was knocking at the door. Raven rolled her eyes and again assumed the position, opening the door.

"I bring the broth of hot chicken, for your enjoyment," Starfire held out a steaming bowl with a big smile.

Raven took it. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome my dear friend!" And she skipped off too.

Raven tipped the bowl to her mouth and downed the soup in one gulp. Anything to keep people off her case, and besides, she was beginning to feel a bit peckish. Now back to the books.

Knock knock.

Raven clenched her fist and moaned loudly.

"What do you want?" she opened the door.

It was Cyborg this time. "Oh nothin'. I—"

"Good." Raven cut him off. "I'm busy." She closed the door.

Cyborg shrugged. Further down the hall, where Raven couldn't hear, Cyborg asked Beast Boy, "Gosh, is she more grumpy today or what?"

"It's the cold dude, it messes with your mind," Beast Boy nodded.

Cyborg shrugged again.

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Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, Raven could hear yet another set of footsteps coming down the hall. She instantly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something on it and levitated it out into the hall and told it to stick itself to the door.

Clunk, clunk, stop. Whoever it was was probably reading the note. "Out to lunch?" it was Robin. "Oh well," he and his loud boots walked away.

Raven did a little happy dance in her head and kept flipping aged pages of her spell books. She did this for a long time. One by one. This reference took her to that book, and this book lead to the next one, but still, nothing about how to get rid of her nuisance of a cold.

~END~