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[cuimhnigh]

The papers graded and returned to students and the whole promise of summer had filled the air. Okay, so she only had a month off until summer school started, but it was a month. She wanted to go do something and if she wasn't quite sure what that something was, she'd figure it out

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[_fredless]

Fred slipped out of bed first that morning, and truthfully she wasn't sure what everyone was doing, other than giving her the space that she went back and forth on if she wanted it or not. Sometimes the quiet was wonderful, and sometimes it was impossibly loud.

She'd claimed a few of Wesley's books about Slayers, and their history, and had gone to the front porch to tuck up her feet and read. All the green surrounding the house was a bit brighter from the rain, and she enjoyed the view. There had been a brief craving for orange slices, but considering the age of the books she was reading, Fred settled on a bottle of water and started to read.

She figured if she was really going to help with the school, and teach, she should know more.

[cuimhnigh]

Keelia found the house after a couple of wrong turns. As she parked in the drive, she gave Fergus another look.

"Be. Nice."

He pouted, sending her a wounded look back. "I'm always nice."

She muttered something about except when he was blocking the way, then hopped out.

"Fred!"

[_fredless]

Fred was beginning to think that maybe she'd hadn't picked the best of reading materials. As interesting as all the history was, it wasn't exactly the stuff that hearts were eased by. But she was distracted from those thoughts by the sound of a familiar voice.

"Keelia," Fred called out to her, actually finding a smile, spurred on by the pleasant surprise. "I wasn't expecting you at all. This is the best bout of not-expecting I've had in a long, long time."

[cuimhnigh]

"I needed to get out after two weeks of paper grading," Keelia said as she got closer. "So it was sort of impulse. It's not a bad time is it?"

Fergus trailed behind her, looking over the house for signs of a threat, though relaxing a the familiar magical signature that seemed to be woven into it.