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[ Great. Placement tests. All of the pain and drama of finally being back in town isn't enough, Snyder has to slam her with placement tests. Buffy can't help groaning as she walks into the empty classroom that's used for testing with the necessary papers in her hands, talking animatedly to the school secretary as they cross the threshold. ]
-- and, you know, I shouldn't even be here! I mean, not ... here-here. Obviously I should be here, because what upstanding, responsible, book-loving teen isn't supposed to be in ... school ... with the books and the lectures and the grim-faced teachers and -- Oh! how I've ... missed you, school.
Just, y'know. The placement thing. It's just another hoop of the day. Do you think Principal Snyder missed this while I was gone? You know, the whole circus animal Buffy thing. I mean, I already know my place. My place is in Trigonometry. Right beside Xander and sadly but definitely Willow-less, as she tries to whisper answers from AP Calculus two classrooms over, and --
[ The secretary pulls out the chair of a desk for Buffy, eyes narrow. ]
... Right. That whole no talking during testing thing. Shutting up now. [ She ducks her head and quickly drops into the desk, pulling a sharpened pencil out of her purse. As she stares down at the math problems, her head swims. ] ... Oi.
-- and, you know, I shouldn't even be here! I mean, not ... here-here. Obviously I should be here, because what upstanding, responsible, book-loving teen isn't supposed to be in ... school ... with the books and the lectures and the grim-faced teachers and -- Oh! how I've ... missed you, school.
Just, y'know. The placement thing. It's just another hoop of the day. Do you think Principal Snyder missed this while I was gone? You know, the whole circus animal Buffy thing. I mean, I already know my place. My place is in Trigonometry. Right beside Xander and sadly but definitely Willow-less, as she tries to whisper answers from AP Calculus two classrooms over, and --
[ The secretary pulls out the chair of a desk for Buffy, eyes narrow. ]
... Right. That whole no talking during testing thing. Shutting up now. [ She ducks her head and quickly drops into the desk, pulling a sharpened pencil out of her purse. As she stares down at the math problems, her head swims. ] ... Oi.