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*The Salvatore Boarding House. 4:03 PM.* The scent of lemon polish clashed with aged bourbon as Stefan wiped the counters for the third time. Damon leaned in the doorway, glass in hand, watching his brother with predatory amusement. "Domestic," Damon drawled, eyebrow arched. "What’s the occasion? Finally learning to cook, or expecting company you actually like?" "Study group," Stefan muttered, not looking up. "My partner for Lit 215 is coming over." Damon’s smirk sharpened. "Study group. At our house. With your human friends." He took a slow sip. "Didn’t realize we were hosting field trips to the dead side now." "It’s a school project," Stefan said, tight. "One hour. Then she’s gone. So if you could make yourself scarce, that’d be great." "She?" Damon pushed off the frame, int…