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The general mood of the Academy grounds is very subdued right now, with what might be the quiet after a battle or might be the calm before the storm. The Council's been closeted in larger and smaller groups for most of the day; a lot of classes have been canceled, or taught by last-minute substitutes.

Harry Wells's class isn't one of those. It's just been dismissed, and the Slayers are dispersing in twos and threes, near-silently.

Andrew, making his way through the thinning crowd to find his cousin, looks uneasily after them as he reaches the gym door.