A/N big shout out to Shadowfax who stayed up with me last night working on Illyria's difficult dialogue, this is really her chapter.

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The lesbians had left a few minutes ago. I had planned to return to my residence as well, but at that moment Mr. Giles came out of his office and expressed a desire to speak with me. Since first traveling to Sunnydale from my much-loved home in Germany two months ago, Mr. Giles has been the only one I have discovered in this barbaric land capable of intelligent discourse, which is why I find his presence more tolerable than that of the lowly Americans.

"Mr. Giles, though I wish to remain I must depart. My mother is most concerned that some evil will befall me in this unwholesome land."

"Yes," he responded. "I quite understand. America can be confusing and frightening to any person not raised on these shores."

I added, as I retrieved my books from the table at which I had been seated and prepared to leave, "This reading material on werewolves will occupy my evening. I will report back in the morning before first bell."

"Excellent Illyria, I'm glad one of my girls is taking responsibility for research. I must confess I was concern for your maturity level when we were introduced and I noticed the unusual color of your hair and the cut of your clothing. You have however proved yourself quite the apt pupil. I am glad to see you taking an interest in your studies. Forewarned is forearmed as I always say."

"Farewell, Mr. Giles."

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As I walk to my place of residence, I hear growling from the bushes. I find my lapse in judgment most aggravating as I recall that I earlier forgot to conceal a weapon upon my person. However, my backpack, with the weighty volumes it contains will suffice. I raise it in the air, for better aim, and turn around to see the largest, most unsightly dog I have ever encountered. It charges at me and bites my leg. I heft my backpack and begin to strike the animal, glad that Mr. Giles' books are able to fulfill an additional purpose this night. My constant pounding has no effect upon the creature, until the dog hears another animal howling and rushes off. I look down and check my wound. It is not life threatening, but I must conceal the majority of the damage before returning to my mother, prone to worry as she is concerning my welfare in this new country.