Study Hall -- Tuesday, October 25th

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Sarah sits at the front desk occasionally glaring at the notebook and stack of papers at the far edge of the desktop. Instead of the constant scribbling she's been doing for days, she's got a deck of cards and is shuffling them over and over again out of boredom. She's horribly tempted to go out and play Texas Hold 'em with Locker 327, but she doesn't trust the fucking thing enough. Or, you know, at all.

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Around 2:30

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Around 2:30...

Beka enters the Study Hall and sits. She looks tightly wound, but not exactly nervous. Intent, intense, self-contained, as if she's a bundle of energy controlled by a mantra. Which, in fact, she is. I'm strong enough.

A shorter blond, pretty in a softer way, arrives shortly after. She also looks edgy and somewhat fearful.

When Beka sees Buffy, she nods to a chair beside her. "Come and sit with me?"

Buffy smiled a tight smile and takes the seat next to Beka.

For the next hour, they discuss their Ethics assignment, the boundaries, the restrictions, and the names they will use. After a long embrace, they leave together, both grinning, on their way into town.