The following evening Harry was once again sat in a chair reading whilst the rest of the newspaper club worked on the next edition due for release the following day.
Instead of his usual habit of reading spell books and books on monsters, he had started to read the articles the girls and Gin wrote.
He didn't want another person getting the wrong impression like Mizore.
"Why does Busty get all the credit?"
Oh yes, Kokoa had decided to pop into the Newspaper Club's new club room. A concession from the Chairman for their successful circulations the previous year.
"She stopped the minotaur." Moka explained. "She was the one who got all the information we needed."
"But Potter was the one who did all the killing. Which was totally unfair. Moka- the real Moka should have been allowed to face them. She shouldn't be locked up like a pet." Kokoa grumbled.
"You know… that might be why you've never beaten Inner Moka." Harry mused as he looked up from Yukari's article on the Welcoming Ceremony. "You don't use your brain."
"Are you calling me dumb?" She demanded as she stalked up to Harry and bent over, nose to nose with the seated wizard.
Harry sighed, then shrugged. "Sure." And went back to the article.
Kokoa was non-plussed… she had not been expecting that.
She was grabbed by Yukari and pulled away. "Harry's plan had the situation dealt with with no injuries on our side."
"Hey!"
"Other than Harry-chan." She amended. "All Moka could have done was beaten the trio. If the mimic had copied her, the battle would have been long and bloody."
"That's the point." Kokoa argued. "We are vampires, we are all monsters, we should be fighting all the time."
"What do you do when you aren't fighting, eating or sleeping?" Harry asked as he put the article down.
"Homework."
"During the holidays, I mean."
"Oh… I dunno. Read?"
"And who wrote your books?"
"Probably some dumb humans."
Harry looked at her for a good few seconds and then picked up the articles again. "Never mind."
Kokoa never got to push on what he meant as the clubroom door opened and a dishevelled Hermione stumbled in.
"Hermione-chan, what happened?" Gin asked curiously.
"Erm… there was a boy-"
Several chairs screeched as they scraped the floor.
"It's fine!" She quickly assured them. "But… I know I'm not supposed to use- show my monster identity but… is it ok that I slapped him?" She asked nervously.
"Yes." Moka said emphatically.
"Hit him?"
"If you didn't, we would." Mizore stated as she momentarily removed her lollipop.
"Stomped on his groin?"
Kurumu grinned and moved over to wrap an arm around the witch's shoulder. "You're gonna fit in perfectly." She promised.
That said, Harry had a quiet conversation with Gin and the pair discreetly left to go and have words with the bastard who thought he could molest girls… let alone a friend of the Newspaper club.
He was found the next morning, strung up in a familiar fashion, naked, with the word 'molester' on his chest.
Hermione was conflicted about the sight.
Mizore just shrugged. "I'm just pissed they didn't bring us along." Before she walked into the building.
Today was one of those rare days where there were no classes. It was club recruitment day.
"Can't I just join the Newspaper Club?" Hermione asked, slightly hurt that Harry had suggested she look elsewhere.
"You could. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't shop around." Harry explained. "This place is really different to our last school. There are a lot of different things and you might find something you would enjoy more than writing stories on current events."
"I'll show her around, Harry-chan." Moka promised.
Harry nodded and turned away as the pink-haired girl led the brown-haired girl off.
"What about you?" He turned to the red-head. "Are you going to look around or are you wanting to join?"
"Why would I want to join you losers?" Kokoa scoffed.
"Because you've been here every day since term started?" Mizore suggested.
"Don't worry! I'll show her around. It is my duty as her elder, her senpai!" Yukari declared.
"What? I'm two years older than you!"
"Yes, but you are still just a freshman." Yukari smirked before she dragged the protesting vampire off.
It was an hour later that the doors to the club room burst open with a cheer.
Harry just stared as his teacher and lover stood there waving pom-poms and wearing a cheerleader's outfit. Although he did think she looked sexy.
"Aren't I cute?" She asked as she spun, flaring her skirt. "I feel thirty years younger!"
"Only thirty?" Harry smirked.
Shizuka gave him a glare. But soon dropped it in favour of more pom-pom waving. "It's time for us to go out, start recruiting!"
"Ok… but we aren't a cheerleading club." Harry pointed out.
"It's all about the appeal, Harry-chan." Kurumu said with glee as she moved over to a set of boxes their teacher had brought in. "We need to make the club attractive to the other students." She was already removing her blouse.
"Ahem."
Kurumu paused and looked at Harry.
Harry just looked pointedly at the drooling werewolf.
"GET OUT!"
Harry had dragged the werewolf out of the club room before he got whacked on the nose. They were walking amongst the throngs of students as the other clubs were trying to solicit new members.
"Hey Master!"
Harry smiled as the tiny sprite landed on his shoulder, Hedwig on the opposite one. "Hi Lilith. Have you decided on a club? You need to join one if you are going to be a student."
"Your club, of course!" You could hear the 'duh' in there. "Besides, where else could I go? I can't hold a camera, chemistry supplies, footballs. I can't swim, kick-box or fight."
"She'd make a great spy. Like an undercover reporter." Gin offered.
"Oh! I can get a trench coat and fedora like in those movies!" She bounced gleefully. Shizuka had an extensive DVD and VHS collection.
"You're more than welcome to sign up." Harry smiled, this was how life was supposed to be. Just three friends chatting as they walked.
The fact that one of them was less than six inches tall and sitting on his shoulder was being ignored of course.
"Kid… is that what I think it is?"
Harry looked up and saw a familiar red head with her arm through several, vertically stacked, grave stones. The problem was that this red head was a good foot taller and a lot more mature… physically.
"I haven't read anything about vampires undergoing rapid growth." Harry frowned as they watched the smug Kokoa turn to the members of the Karate Club doing their recruitment drive.
"She better not have been messing with my mirror." Lilith growled.
"I think it is probably something that little witch has cooked up." Harry said dryly as he noticed Yukari cackling in the background. "Yukari! Kokoa!" Harry called out.
Both girls looked decidedly guilty.
They immediately hopped off the small stage and headed over to Harry and Gin, ignoring the calls from the members of the Karate Club.
"Explain." Harry ordered.
"None of the clubs would let us join. They said we were too small." Yukari babbled. "Kokoa could easily beat them all, but they wouldn't let her.
"So we used a growth potion I invented."
"Invented?" Harry asked with worry.
Yukari nodded. "I was fed up with Kurumu always shoving her boobs in my face. I made the potion to beat her."
"You didn't use the recipe from one of mine or Hermione's books?" Harry pressed.
"What? You mean… someone already invented a growth potion?"
Harry thought for a second. "An ageing potion. Look, both of you go to the SPC building. I will send Hermione to you. Show her your recipe and then send a copy to your parents.
"Kokoa… I'll send Moka to you. Get her to get some fresh clothes from your dorm room."
"What's wrong with these?" She asked as she twisted and turned to better look at her new curves.
"Potions don't tend to last." Harry explained. "You've stretched your clothes, when you revert, they won't fit."
It was true, her red blouse was barely holding together, her skirt was practically a belt and her knee high socks were only just above her calves.
Kokoa didn't respond, she just grabbed Yukari's hand and shot off.
"Hey! We aren't finished!"
Harry and Gin turned to the two karategi wearing students. One looked like a Japanese Crabbe or Goyle, the other looked… greasy.
"Problem?" Harry asked, causing the boys to falter at the sight of the Head of the SPC.
"They wanted to join our club. They won the contest." The greasy one explained.
Harry could tell something was off. A shared look with Gin confirmed he wasn't alone. "What contest?"
"Well… if you could beat the club record for punching through stones, you win five thousand yen."
"Doesn't sound too hard. Let me have a shot." Harry said.
"It costs a thousand yen to enter."
Both Harry and Gin's eyebrows shot up.
"A thousand yen to enter a competition with only five thousand yen as a prize?" Gin asked. "What do you do with the rest?"
"Club things." The greasy boy shrugged uncomfortably.
"How many people have tried?" Harry asked.
"About forty."
Harry turned to Gin. "Why don't you see if some of our friends want to try? I'll front the entrance fee."
The larger of the Karate Club boys had a greedy look. The other one looked apprehensive. He knew there was something off, he just didn't know what.
"Sure. I know a few who like a good challenge." Gin smirked before heading off.
Harry turned back to the boys. "So… set me up." He smiled.
Gin returned with Moka, Kurumu, Deshiko and Chopper.
The two members of the Karate Club were scowling as the crowd cheered Harry who was counting his winnings.
"Great! You made it!" Harry smiled at Gin and his troop. "They want to enter as well." He said as handed over four fifths of his winnings.
"One turn per customer." The greasy one smirked.
"Those terms were not stated and you can't change them now. Besides, they are separate people. Set them up."
Reluctantly the greasy one instructed the large one to set up a new stack.
Chopper stepped up eagerly but was stopped by a hand and a wink from Harry. He immediately pouted.
"The record was ten stones. It was beaten by Shuzen-san at thirteen stones. She was not a club member.
"The goal of the competition is to beat the club record. You need to set a new record." Harry calmly explained.
"What!" The greasy one exclaimed. "But-"
"It shouldn't be too hard. I smashed thirteen with ease. Surely you can handle fourteen. If you can't, then all my friends have to do is beat your record of ten."
The greasy one had a look of someone why just had a brainwave. "My friend will need time to recover."
"From smashing rocks?" Chopper asked with disgust. He stepped forward and axe handed the stack of thirteen stones.
It took a minute for the dust to clear.
"Pay up."
"What is going on here?"
Harry turned from where he had been watching the two club members reluctantly hand out the winnings to Gin and the others.
He found himself being glared at by a tall student, clearly from the Karate Club. He had a few friends.
"Your fellow club members are paying these people their winnings after they won the competition." Harry shrugged.
"I am Miyamoto Haiji, President of the Karate Club. Explain how anyone could beat my members." He demanded.
"Simply put, your members tried to con all these students." Harry said clearly for all to hear. "They had this scheme where they would punch through ten stacked gravestones."
"A task that all my members must be capable of by the end of their first year." Miyamoto nodded.
"Right, except, they had two sets of stones. One set were weakened and the other reinforced. Guess who got to try and break which." Harry smirked.
Behind him the students were getting angry.
"He lies!" The greasy one shouted.
"You have called the honour of the Karate Club into question. I demand you give proof." Miyamoto was steaming.
"Examine the stones yourself." Harry shrugged as he hopped off the stage.
"Hold! Do not walk away from me!"
Harry turned as the other students stepped back.
"I expect more than just your accusations."
"Like I said, test the stones yourself."
"Then how were your friends able to break the stones?" Miyamoto challenged.
Harry smirked. "Because there is always someone stronger. Rikishi-senpai is the strongest in the school.
"I'm sure he'd be happy to prove it for you."
There was a tearing sound and Miyamoto paled as he saw the now bare-chested Chopper stomping towards him with an eager grin.
"Wa-"
"The honour of the Wrestling Club has been called into question." Chopper smacked his hands together.
"Not to mention the Newspaper Club." Kurumu added.
"Or the School Protection Committee." Deshiko glared, brandishing her bo staff.
"I apologise Senpai." Miyamoto bowed quickly to Chopper. "I will question my sophomore members and extract the truth."
"No fighting?" Chopper asked Harry mournfully.
"Not if you want to uphold the honour of your club." Harry shook his head. "It takes a very honourable man to apologise for his mistakes."
"I guess." Chopper grumbled as he stomped off.
"I will leave this in your hands, Miyamoto-san." Harry bowed.
"Welcome to the world of negative side effects." Harry sighed as he took in the sight of a severely smaller Kokoa.
The once fourteen-year-old who had taken a potion that made her nearly eighteen, now was around seven.
She did not look happy.
"This is totally not fair!" She pouted as she failed to pull off a glare. "And look what they made me wear!"
She was dressed in an adorable frilly dress. The type parents put on young children for special events, like weddings.
"Why didn't you just shrink or enlarge her clothes?" Harry asked the three witches who were going over the youngest's potion recipe.
"We were here working on the potion." Hermione explained. "They were the ones who dealt with her clothes."
Harry gave the innocent looking succubus and snow woman a dry look.
"She's our baby." Mizore shrugged.
Harry didn't bother trying to get more of an explanation, he just turned back to the witches. "How long until this wears off?"
"She'll probably be better by the morning." Hermione answered. "Her age is like a spring. It will bounce back and forth in decreasing increments until it comes to rest on her correct age."
"Kokoa, would you stay here over night, just in case there are complications? You can bunk in Yukari's room."
"Or mine." Hermione offered.
"She's my sister!" Moka said indignantly. "She'll stay with me."
It had been a restless night. A small fight broke out around eleven pm when Kokoa had tried to sneak up on her sister and steal her rosary.
The ruckus had woken the whole building. Harry had ordered Ririko and Shizuka to deal with it.
The end result was that Kokoa ended up bunking with Hermione and Moka slept in Harry's bed as he consoled her.
By morning Kokoa was back at age fourteen. She still wasn't happy about what had happened but she restrained her expression of feeling to a glare.
Moka was still depressed after Kokoa's actions so Harry took her off for a walk alone before classes.
"She hates me." Moka said as tears slid down her face, landing on Harry's shoulder as he hugged her. "She doesn't even consider me real. I am just a thing. A thing between her and Inner Moka."
"She's young, stupid and foolish." Harry said soothingly as he kissed her hair. "We all are. But she doesn't know you and has never bothered to try and get to know you."
"I don't think she ever will."
*Thwip*
Moka's arms were suddenly empty.
She frantically looked around for Harry and anyone who could be attacking them.
Out of the trees emerged more than ten boys.
"Your boyfriend made a mockery of the Karate Club." One of them snarled. "So we gathered a few pals and now we're gonna-"
And that was when the earth exploded in front of Moka and a massive creature with mole like claws shot out and into the sky.
It was closely followed by a dirt caked Harry.
He was not pleased.
He looked around and saw the other boys. Then he turned Moka. "Does she wish to play?"
Moka allowed herself to smirk as she pushed her chest out slightly.
By the time Inner Moka had emerged, the mole monster had landed.
Minutes later there were bodies everywhere and Moka was grinning, her clothing ripped.
"I should really charge the school for all the rope we use." Harry commented from where he was sat on the bench, watching the carnage.
"You conjure it, Harry." Moka chuckled.
"It's the principle of the matter." Harry said indignantly.
"So you are the same as Kuyou. The SPC hasn't changed, just the leader."
They turned to see Miyamoto Haiji glaring at them from by the water's edge.
"Explain yourself." Moka demanded.
"All I see is a boy in a black uniform enjoying the sight of others in pain." Miyamoto sneered.
"And how long have you been watching?" Harry asked calmly. "Did you arrive in time to see the last of these fall? Were you here when Akashiya-san unleashed her full power?
"Or perhaps… you saw as they attacked me by surprise? Trying to kill us?"
"More stories." Miyamoto said dismissively.
"Don't be an idiot, Haiji."
They turned to see Gin standing at the tree line. "Harry-kun has more honour than anyone we know. Your boys were caught cheating. They clearly tried to get revenge on him today."
"He has injured my members!" Haiji said angrily.
"Be very glad that is all he did." Gin said as he stepped forward. "After all, they did come to the lake, a place that no one but the Head of the School Protection Committee uses.
"His private relaxation area."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He didn't know other students didn't come here because of him. He thought about spreading word that the area wasn't restricted… but then decided that if they weren't smart enough, brave enough or curious enough, then why spoil things?
"He's a decent person?" Harry asked Gin suddenly.
Gin shrugged. "Meh." He ignored the death glare sent his way.
"Let him question these idiots under the potion. I recommend starting with mole man here." He nudged the unconscious monster at his feet.
The excitement at the lake had managed to distract Outer Moka from her sisterly woes. The Karate Club took a huge blow when a majority of their members were verbally berated on the steps of the school by Miyamoto.
The newspaper club however…
"Three members?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Last I saw, you had students clamouring for entry. We were looking at having most of the school as writers and not readers."
"I think they got scared off somehow." Hermione smirked as she looked at the confused girls and their teacher.
"What? By who?" Harry demanded.
"By them." She indicated the cheerleader clad troupe.
Now Harry was confused. "What?"
"From what I saw, most of the students were boys. They wanted to catch the eye of the cute girls." She said with a bit of disgust. "But I heard whispers about the girls who could kill them with a flick of the wrist.
"It put them off."
"Well, three is still something." Harry sighed as he looked at the applications from Hermione, Lilith and Kokoa.
"Kokoa, are you sure about this? Gin could probably convince Miyamoto to give you an unbiased interview and test."
The vampire shuddered. "No way. I'm not going anywhere near that pervert."
"Haiji is a bit of a lolicon." Gin chuckled. "He likes children, but don't worry, he's not an actual perv. He just comes across a bit strong."
"Alright." Harry said slowly. He then turned to the three applicants, one of whom was sitting on his desk. "Well, welcome to the Newspaper Club… unless anyone has any objections?"
There was a round of shrugs and shaken heads.
The club was now bigger.
"Don't worry Aoki-san, my people are looking into this. We'll find out what is happening." Harry assured the third year student as she sat on one of the hospital beds in the doctor's office.
She was physically unharmed, but someone had attacked her and shredded her clothing. Harry had spoken with the new school doctor, Tsumugi Mayumi, and asked her to forward any attacks to him so he could investigate.
So here he was with the girl wrapped in a blanket and shaking.
"I don't want to be any trouble, Potter-sama."
Harry sighed. Some of the students had developed a fear of him. Not necessarily an unexpected development, but certainly not what Harry wanted.
"I'm just Harry, Aoki-san." Harry tried to assure her.
"Aoki Ai: The sixth victim of this 'prankster'." Harry addressed the Newspaper Club and the SPC members as they assembled in the conference room.
Behind him was a whiteboard with profile pictures of six girls, each a third year or older.
"None have been physically harmed, but all have been publicly humiliated by having their clothing destroyed."
"Are we sure this is just a prank? And if it is, is this really something the School Protection Committee should be spending it's time on?"
Harry looked at the older member of the SPC. Fushimi Gakuto was tall and wore glasses. He had been there when the SPC had confronted him after Harry killed Kuyou.
"Due to the lack of substantial lasting damage, I would consider this a 'prank in poor taste'. Well, that's sort of what we call it back in England.
"And yes, this is what the SPC will be doing. If something crops up that is more important then these investigations can be shunted to junior members or even the Newspaper Club."
Fushimi just nodded.
"Gin can you tell me if you can get a scent off these?" Harry asked he held up a plastic bag holding the shredded remains of Aoki's school uniform.
"Erm… can I speak to you privately?" Gin asked nervously.
They were quickly in Harry's office.
Ten minutes later and Harry returned looking completely frustrated and Gin was following, blushing.
"Right, we have a new lead. Each of these girls have dated Morioka Ginei." He glared at the werewolf.
"But he's not the prankster?" Fushimi frowned.
Harry opened his mouth… and then stopped. He thought for a moment. "Fushimi-san, could I speak with you privately for a moment?"
Once again, Harry exited the room.
Harry closed the door to his office and turned to the older student. "Fushimi-san, I know you are a Cerberus. My Newspaper Club discovered the identities of the all SPC members when I killed Kuyou.
"Your identity is considered confidential, just like every other student's." Harry assured him. "That said, I was wondering if you would be willing to use your canine senses to detect any foreign scents?" He asked as he held up the plastic bag.
The two students returned to the conference room to find Kurumu and Yukari laying into Gin.
"Girls! Fushimi-san and I were able to determine that Gin was likely not involved in this attack. Stop shouting at him."
"He's still a dog." Kurumu sneered disgustedly at the wolf.
"Gin, I want you to stay at the SPC building for the next few days. You are also going to have a discreet escort.
"Try not to piss her off." Harry warned as Hedwig landed on his shoulder, glaring at the werewolf.
For Gin, the problem of his escort was compounded by the fact he couldn't see the owl. Harry had disillusioned her and cast notice-me-not spells on the owl.
This had led to Hermione cornering Harry in his office.
"How are you doing magic without a wand?" She demanded.
"Hermione…"
The English Witch grimaced at the warning tone from Moka.
"Sorry… but, I'm just curious. Ruby and Yukari have to use a focus. I was wondering if this was something you got from… your other stuff." She said cautiously. She had been made extremely aware of just how dangerous it would be for Harry's elemental nature to come out.
"No. It was… something else. I can't talk about it. Deals were made, I am happy to honour them."
"Oh." Hermione was caught between disappointment that she couldn't know and curiosity about Harry's abilities as an Elemental.
Of course, she couldn't follow up on either.
Harry was saved by furious tapping on the window. He quickly opened it to allow Lilith to enter.
"Master! Morioka-senpai- lots of girls after him." She panted.
"Rest up Lilith. I'll go and see what mess he's got himself into this time." Harry chuckled as he hopped out the window.
"HARRY!"
They were three floors up.
"Relax Hermione." Moka giggled. "Harry can survive a lot more without revealing his monster ability."
"I am going to die so young because of him." She groaned. "Of a heart attack."
"FREEZE!"
The six girls attempting to grind Gin into a fine paste did just that.
"Mizore… that wasn't what I meant." Harry sighed. He didn't even know she had followed him.
The six girls were frozen from head to toe.
"Would you release them please?"
"Can I help them beat on Gin?" She asked as she sidled up to Harry.
"No."
"Spoilsport." She muttered as the ice cracked and then fell away.
The six girls were now shivering.
"Go and get them some warm towels. Or send Ruby and Yukari." Harry instructed. "Now, why are you attacking Morioka-senpai?" Harry asked them as Mizore walked off.
He sent a discreet messenger spell as it didn't look like she would hurry.
"We know it was him who attacked us!" One of the girls said through angry and chattering teeth.
"We know he dated all of us." Another hissed.
"We don't care if he's a member of the SPC. We want him to pay." The first declared.
"He isn't an SPC member." Harry responded calmly. "And he would be punished even if he was.
"If he was guilty."
"We know it was him!" The girl argued.
"You have proof?"
"We have brains." The girl sneered. "He's the only thing we have in common. It has to be him."
"And what if it's not? What if all this is just a ploy to frame him?" Harry countered.
"He still deserves what we give him." She glared at the older boy.
"No!" From seemingly nowhere, a new girl appeared. "Don't hurt him!"
The girl was short, she was wearing her gym clothes and wore glasses. Her hair was around neck length, black.
"Why would you want to defend this jerk?" The first girl demanded.
"I- I-"
"Erm… Harry… I think it's her." Gin spoke up nervously as he pointed at the girl with her back to him.
"Her what, Gin?"
"Her scent is on the clothes you showed me."
At this point, Ruby, Yukari and Moka arrived with towels.
"See! He even tries to blame an innocent girl!" The first girl accused.
Harry sighed and turned to his newly arrived girlfriends. "Could you dry and warm them up please? Moka, sorry to make you run again, but could you find Fushimi-san and ask him to join us?"
"I can do it Master!" Harry looked up, he hadn't noticed the tiny Lilith arrive with them.
"Would you step over here for a moment please?" He asked the new girl.
The new girl now seemed very nervous.
"What's your name?" Harry asked quietly.
"Nakamoto Kokko, Potter-san." She said with a bow.
"So… you aren't one of Morioka's exes. He seems to remember them easily enough."
"No, Potter-san. Morioka-senpai has never noticed me." She said with a sad bitterness.
"But you'd like him to?" Harry guessed.
She didn't say anything, but she blushed heavily.
"Are you the prankster?" Harry asked gently.
"I- I- "
"You don't appear to have hurt anyone physically. Humiliated them, yes. Scared them, yes."
"I would never!" She was aghast.
"Apologise to the girls you attacked. Submit to the punishment that the SPC decides and I will make sure that is the end of it.
"So long as it doesn't happen again."
"P-Punishment?"
"Nothing bad, I promise. Think of it like a detention."
Harry tried very hard not to laugh as Kokko apologised to each of the girls.
Not because he thought the whole issue with Kokko and the other girls was funny, but because each girl accepted the apology… and then slapped Gin before storming off.
He could see the girls knew of his dilemma as they would bow to him as they left, a gleam of amusement in their eyes.
Afterwards, Harry took Kokko to speak with Keito and Shizuka about her punishment.
"You want her to be a maid?" Keito laughed. "I'm sure Ruby would love to make a costume for her."
"No, Keito." Harry grumbled as Kokko simply looked mortified and Shizuka confused. "I just want her to do the laundry for the six girls she attacked for a week each. No more, no less.
"No costumes, uniforms or… whatever else you or Ruby fantasise about."
"Laundry services are performed by workers in the commercial district." Shizuka mused.
"Will I need to wash them by hand? I… my ability, I might get blood on them." Kokko said worriedly.
"No, I assume they have washing machines. And you only need to do their uniforms, not their casual clothes."
Kokko nodded in relief.
Kokko's punishment worked out better than Harry expected. When the victims were told of the punishment Kokko had been assigned, they accepted it graciously.
A word with some of the other members of the SPC and the Newspaper Club revealed that there was a washer/dryer in the Home Economics Lab. They currently lacked a teacher for that class so Kokko wouldn't interfere with classes.
Harry was pleased to see that there might be some beginnings of friendship between Kokko and her former victims.