we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[cross_and_bow]

She grins at him. She likes him. She probably would've kissed him herself within a day or two.

There's her house.

"I don't know if Charlie's looking out the window, but - lemme find out some way to explain you to him before risking it, okay?" she says ruefully, letting go of Sherlock's hand. "It might take me a while to come up with something sufficiently likely to leave your next favorite coat intact."

[eversomuchfun]

"As you like," he says, smiling.

[cross_and_bow]

"G'night, Sherlock," she says, and she backs away a few steps before turning and heading into her house.

[eversomuchfun]

"Night, love."

Off he goes.

[cross_and_bow]

...That is an interesting thing for him to have called her.

She wonders if it's a Britishism, calling people "love" regardless of emotional content. (Giles doesn't do it, though.) (It could be regional, or just Sherlock, and still not mean -) (Or it could go right ahead and mean that, and would this be so bad? It wouldn't. He was unproblematic about liking her. He'll be unproblematic about loving her. All right then, so it doesn't matter beyond its being sweet. For now.)

She doesn't find Amariah, does find - and clean up - the note left in honey, and goes to bed.

She shows up at study hall the next day with only the progress made on her borrowed books that Mr. Giles saw her make at his house while Amariah did spellcasting.

[pythbox]

Mr. Giles makes no comment on this, just greets her with a friendly hello.

[cross_and_bow]

"Amariah went home," she tells him, picking up where she left off, and switching to Latin catch-up when she finishes the book she's partway through. "Found a door last night when I wasn't in shouting distance and went through."

[pythbox]

"I see," he says. "Well, that explains why she's not here."

[cross_and_bow]

"Yup. I hope I run into her again someday but there aren't any guarantees. I don't blame her for taking the first door home, though, she's got her own stuff going on and it was very kind of her to visit."

[pythbox]

"Yes it was," he agrees.

[cross_and_bow]

"When I'm done reading through your instruments of stalling for time - are you starting to form any ideas on how to go about teaching me other stuff?"

[pythbox]

"Starting to, yes," he says.

[cross_and_bow]

"Can I have inklings?"

[pythbox]

"Finish your stalling homework," he says with a slight smile.

[cross_and_bow]

She sticks out her tongue, and goes back to alternating between Latin and demonology until the bell rings to send her to her next designated location.

She returns after school and gets out her stalling homework again.

[pythbox]

"Hello again," says Mr. Giles.

[cross_and_bow]

"Hi! Hey, is it just a coincidence that the kind of person to have his own personal demonology collection wound up at the Sunnydale high school library? Or are you here for some Sunnydale-related reason?" she asks, while writing a chapter heading in her notebook.

[pythbox]

"...I suppose you could say I am," he muses.

[cross_and_bow]

"Do tell."

[pythbox]

He takes off his glasses.

He starts cleaning them.

"What do you know about the Vampire Slayer?"

[cross_and_bow]

"The name makes it sound like a weapon," she says.

[pythbox]

"In a sense," he sighs, "you're right. The Slayer is a girl, usually about your age, who is gifted with the necessary abilities to, well, slay vampires. Or demons. Or, generally, get between this world and anyone who wants to destroy it."

[cross_and_bow]

"...Why is the Slayer a girl usually about my age? Why is the Slayer not six people of assorted genders and ages, or maybe a few hundred of them, so they can specialize and cooperate and be in several places at once?"

[pythbox]

"Much as I would love to answer that question, the only people who can have been dead for thousands of years," he says. "And the rest of us are stuck with the world as it is."

[cross_and_bow]

"That sounds irritating. So you're here for something Slayer-related, I take it? Teach her to throw fireballs or whatever so she doesn't get her uniquely powerful teenage self killed by a lucky shot?"