Mel didn't even want to audit. It was just what the Council made her do. She wasn't allowed to go home until whatever this was in York was over. She'd been brought here because the place needed a slayer, which she was still fuzzy on because she knew right now there were two. But a wizard had said so, and then the Council had said so, and they said something about Wolfram and Hart, too, and keeping her safe, and how that'd be easier in York. So.
She lifted up the book in response. "The Arab-Israeli conflict," she said. "There's an art history one in my bag."
That was much more useful to her, at least. Gunther'd love it. She'd know exactly what was worth anything by looking at it. She was betting she'd LOVE that class the most.
She wanted to tell Dawn. Tell her who she was. She couldn't just blurt it out, right? Wouldn't that be weird, and borderline splin?
But hey. If she was Buffy's sister, and the stuff Mel'd read was true, then Dawn was useful for patrolling. And that was where Mel was headed next.
"So I have this thing I hafta do..." she said. "D'you wanna come?"