Mrs. Wyatt, the history teacher, looked up sharply. His pretend-cough seemed to mollify her, and she looked away.
Giles sighed -- quietly.
Another endless faculty meeting. Herr Snyder was pontificating on the evils of students and his preferred erradic--disciplining methods. Or, as Giles called it, "Snyder Lecture #17."
He risked a glimpse out the window. Bright sunshine. Damn. What he wouldn't give for a gloomy night right about now. At least then he could hope for a nice vampire attack to break the monotony.
He looked out again. It was still sunny.
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