Philosophy classroom: Monday office hours

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Tara is at her desk, a too-cheerful smile firmly in place below tired, red-rimmed eyes.

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Xander resists the urge to make inappropriate grabbing gestures - despite the fact that she's... sort of... a Scooby, she's not one of his Scoobies, and besides, she's a teacher. So he just thinks inappropriate grabbing gestures. And possibly telegraphs them with his eyes.

"I was wondering if maybe you had an opening in your Monday ethics class -- my class in Magic, Myth and Manipulation hasn't been formally cancelled, but it hasn't exactly, you know. Met. In a couple of weeks, at least. Which I think means I'm gonna fall under the minimum number of credits if I don't find another class to join." Xander grins, and tries to look harmless. Or innocent, or charming, or possibly just lucky. "I know it sounds like kind of a leap to go from Manipulation to Ethics, but they are kind of related. If you stand on your head." And now that the master/slave thing is over, it actually seems like a safer bet than, say, anything involving math, or requiring talent, which covers most of the still-meeting classes he might manage to talk himself into.

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Tara laughs. "Of course you can join, Xander. You've just crept in under Dean Bristow's deadline. You will need to do a little make-up work, but it shouldn't be particularly time consuming, and I'll give you a different assignment later in the semester, once you've found your feet."

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Xander glances down at his shoes, then mimes shock. "Oh my god, I didn't even realize they were missing. Do I even want to know what the gremlins are gonna steal next?"

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Tara giggles fondly. "I've missed you, Xander."

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The look on Xander's face is half smile, half confused frown. "That's... kinda weird. In a nice way. I mean, everybody else from Sunnydale may not be from my Sunnydale, but at least I know some version of them. You're the only one who knows me, or, you know, some other me, who I don't know at all."

He scratches his head. "I think I got lost somewhere in there. It was the extra 'you know' that did it."

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Laughing, Tara assures him, "it's all the same. Really. We're the same people, no matter where we come from. But I do keep forgetting that you don't remember me. Or, um, know me in the first place to remember me."

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"I'm sure I'd have... um. I would? I did? Like you. If and/or when I know and/or knew you." Xander shook his head, and grinned. "Why don't we just go with 'will.' Since that seems pretty inevitable even if I don't turn into saving-the-world guy."

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"Don't fight your destiny," Tara intones, the effect spoiled slightly by the grin threatening to erupt.

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Xander snickers. "Best Giles impression ever."

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Tara ducks her head, blushing a little. "Thanks. So, um, you'll be coming to class today? You don't need to worry about the first hour, that's processing the assignment, but if you could come from 3-4 that would be great."

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"Sure." Xander nods. "I don't think I'll be officially in the class til Tuesday, but as long as I can convince the teacher not to kick me out of the room, we're probably good for today."

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Tara waves her hand dismissively, with a grin. "Eh, I hear the teacher's pretty easy going. Give her a smile and she'll let you get away with practically anything."