Rat-a-tat-tat. Harmony tapped the stake against the library table impatiently. Rat-a-tat-tat.
"Could you stop that?" Willow said, looking up from her book, annoyed.
"Sorry," Harm said, without an ounce of contrition in her voiuce. "Why am I here, again?"
"We need to plan our strategies for graduation, Harm."
"Why am I here, again?"
Willow sighed. "You know more people at this school than Buffy, Xander, and I put together. If we're going to get everybody to work together, you're going to help us."
"Can't we just get out of here and let everyone else die?"
Willow shot a disapproving look in her direction.
"Okay, okay. What do you want me to do? You're the one with the mad genius brilliance."
Willow stopped midstep. "You, erm, you really think I'm smart?" she asked, suddenly flustered.
Harm didn't even notice. "Sure," she said, going back to tapping the stake against the library table. "You were always into uncool things like that."