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Giles wrote Buffy a pass and she jogged down to her class as quietly as she could. She stopped when she got in front of Mr. McCormick's door. Buffy took a deep breath, fixed her bangs, and opened the door.

"Miss Summers, how good of you to join us. Would you care to take your seat? We were just about to begin the quiz." Buffy walked by giving Mr. McCormick the note as she went to her seat, which just so happened to be right next to Cordelia. But on a good not, Willow was on her right side.

Mr. McCormick started handing out the quizzes as Willow asked Buffy, "So, what did Giles have to say to you? Is there another big bad roaming around?"

"No," Buffy said as she passed the quizzes to the person behind her. "Just yet another lecture on how I need to be more careful about saying out load, what I, you know, am."

"Ladies," Mr. McCormick startled them out of their conversation. "Miss Rosenberg, Summers, I'm so terribly sorry that my quiz is disturbing your little chat. But, if you don't mind could you please finish it after class? And if not you can finish it in detention."

"Sorry sire," Willow and Buffy said simultaneously.