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Wizard?

Wizard. Man with the knowledge. Geekboy. Take your pick.

Got a minute?

For you? Always, kid.

Did Giles give you any of his watcher things...diaries actually. I need to sneak a peek at something.

Come see me and we'll sort something out.

Be right over.

*And as promised is at Sam's place within a half hour, rocking back and forth, her hands in her pocket as she waits for him to answer.*

Hey kid

*lets her in, pulling her into a hug*

How's my favourite neice?

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*hugs him back, grinning -- why is Sam the most reasonable adult she know?*

Good. *nods* Just on the prowl for info. I was hoping you could help. Dad's out of town this weekend and Mom's being well... *makes a face*

Which means I was never here.

*It's a risk and she knows it. Her Dad and his brother don't often keep things from each other*

*crosses his arms, hint of a frown across his face*

What are you after, Mary?

Just what I said earlier. Some watcher's diaries if you have them...mid 1700s-1800s and 1998?

I've got them, but... I'd like to know why you want them, first.

Research... *said in that 'duh' tone so prevalent in teenagers -- why else would she want them?*

Research on...?

*sighs* A vampire. Angelus.

*leads her into his lounge and grabs at a couple of books*

Here. Just... promise me you're not about to go hunt the guy down? I know about him. He's dangerous.

Uh...yeah. Okay.

*technically she can keep that promise as she and Angelus have already met*

Just...don't mention to Mom I was here. She's been kind of cranky.

Just don't give me any reason to have to tell her you were here. Deal?

Yeah...

I won't.

*something's wrong -- she's doing that thing Dean does*

*crosses his arms and looks levelly at her - there's too much of his brother in her for him not to be able to read her like a book*

Mary...

*flops into a chair*

We've already met.

*quickly moves himself between her and the books*

You have?

*nods*

Last night. I was patrolling and there he was. We..uh...went a round or two before promising to finish later.

I think he likes me....? Whatever that means.

It doesn't mean anything good.

Look, Mary, you need to tell your mom and dad aboutt his...

No. Absolutely not.

I'll handle this.

Besides, Dad's gone for the weekend.

I can have him on the phone within a minute.