The strange encounters from earlier in the week were still weighing on Aziraphale, and after breakfast he decided to head up to the school and take a look at some books he had in his office there. With a cup of tea in one hand and a pen for jotting down notes in the other, he was soon immersed in a heavy, dog-eared volume.

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As the day drew on into late afternoon, Aziraphale decided to put in a little research time in the study. He couldn't be certain any of it would be useful, but it at least made him feel as though he was helping. And since he and Wilson had promised to make their private library available to any of the students who wanted to use it, the angel ( Read more... )

After his phone call with Angela, Aziraphale made a quick trip to the school before heading home, to leave the requested note for her to pick up. He wrote it out carefully on a piece of stationery, and folded the note neatly before tacking it to the front of his office door.

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