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“Quite a few actually since the Council isn’t widely known by everyone,” Giles answered. He turned his car onto another roadway, glad that they were almost out of the city. “We sometimes recurit people who’ve never heard of us before, but because of the nature of our work, we have to be careful. But yes, the Council is built on strict traditions and many don’t like to break those traditions.”
Giles didn’t know how he should answer the part of her question about Wesley. Their short-lived working relationship had been strained and the two certainly never spoke of their upbringings. Yet Giles knew Roger and had heard stories of how Wesley was raised. “As you may know, Wesley and I never got along well. What I do know about his upbringing was what his father mentioned. I believe Wesley knew all along what he was. I even believe he was taught demon languages as a young child.”
He rubbed his thumb on the back hand and continued to speak. “And yes, I come from a family of Watchers also. My father and grandmother were Watchers before me but unlike Wesley, I didn’t learn of my “destiny” until I was ten. Things changed after that,” Giles said as he remembered those dark, scary nights after he’d found out the monsters under his bed were real. “My father expected more from me after that. I had to get the highest marks at the academy and I did. My entire life was about studying. After the academy, I went to Oxford to study history. My life was nothing but books and studying. Then one day I decided I was bored with it and ran away to London, where I got mixed up in the wrong crowd and did things I’ll probably regret for the rest of my life.”
Giles blushed a little and shook his head as they neared the city limits of London. He glanced over at Fred and gave her a sheepish look. “I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for most of my life history. I do hope I answered your question though.”
“Quite a few actually since the Council isn’t widely known by everyone,” Giles answered. He turned his car onto another roadway, glad that they were almost out of the city. “We sometimes recurit people who’ve never heard of us before, but because of the nature of our work, we have to be careful. But yes, the Council is built on strict traditions and many don’t like to break those traditions.”
Giles didn’t know how he should answer the part of her question about Wesley. Their short-lived working relationship had been strained and the two certainly never spoke of their upbringings. Yet Giles knew Roger and had heard stories of how Wesley was raised. “As you may know, Wesley and I never got along well. What I do know about his upbringing was what his father mentioned. I believe Wesley knew all along what he was. I even believe he was taught demon languages as a young child.”
He rubbed his thumb on the back hand and continued to speak. “And yes, I come from a family of Watchers also. My father and grandmother were Watchers before me but unlike Wesley, I didn’t learn of my “destiny” until I was ten. Things changed after that,” Giles said as he remembered those dark, scary nights after he’d found out the monsters under his bed were real. “My father expected more from me after that. I had to get the highest marks at the academy and I did. My entire life was about studying. After the academy, I went to Oxford to study history. My life was nothing but books and studying. Then one day I decided I was bored with it and ran away to London, where I got mixed up in the wrong crowd and did things I’ll probably regret for the rest of my life.”
Giles blushed a little and shook his head as they neared the city limits of London. He glanced over at Fred and gave her a sheepish look. “I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for most of my life history. I do hope I answered your question though.”