"Xander Harris?" He jumped guiltily as Mr Johnson called his name. He wasn’t supposed to be listening was he?
"Yes?" he answered weakly.
His teacher was already dismissing the hall monitor who’d brought the note, "You’re needed in the library Harris."
"Oh."
"Just Xander?" asked Willow, her disappointment pretty evident.
"That’s all
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As I was reading this, I was thinking "This is how I imagined it even when I didn't know I was thinking about it".
Wow, again.
Thank you so much for sharing this fic with us.
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Thank you for your kind words. I'm pleased you found it credible.
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