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There's a new high school librarian. The old "high school librarian" was a cash-strapped student aide of sorts; apparently it's hard to keep staff working on the Hell Orifice. His name is Mr. Giles. He is British. And sort of old. And sort of crusty. And when Bella takes out certain books he looks at her with certain scrutiny.
"Is my new librarian a Watcher?" she asks Sherlock the day after Mr. Giles joins the faculty.
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"And there are only neutral species as far as you and your books know? Not Species We Invite To Our Christmas Parties or anything, just Species That Don't Seem To Eat Faces But Don't Object That Much When Others Do?"
"'Neutral species' is the term. For all I know, there could be several of them who would behave themselves perfectly well at my Christmas parties if I had any. But I'm not willing to bet on it, and apparently neither is anyone else."
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Bella's phone beeps. She packs up everything at once. "Home I go," she says. "See you tomorrow - I probably won't be done with more than a third of this stack, though, this thing is huge."
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Bella drives home. She works through Mr. Giles's books diligently. And as dusk falls, she heats up a jar of blood for Sherlock.
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