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Giles breathed deeply as he surveyed the chaos in his library. A mad werewolf threw himself against the book-cage. Willow argued with Buffy that her constant, deafening workout music was causing his wild state. Xander and Cordelia battled over the latest world-ending hitch in their relationship.
“Right! Buffy, patrol. Willow, computer. And you two, research or go home!”
The teenagers in the suddenly silent room blinked at his withering glare before quickly proceeding to their assigned tasks.
Jenny smirked. “Wow, a man who can corral teenagers. That’s sexy.”
Giles was still stammering as she took a seat, sharing a small smile with Willow.