"Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry? You've gotta be joking. I'm not going there!" Buffy Summers' lively face was full of horror and her automatic judgement was glistening in her deep eyes. "It's not for slayers! It's for...it's for witches! And wizards! And...eugh!"
"But Buffy, they specialise in all things supernatural, and that means Slayers too...you know that! Besides, I'm going there whether you like it or not." decided Willow proudly, pulling her infamous resolve face.
"And you have a duty, Buffy." Added Xander. "You know, fighting the force of evil and all that."
"And all that?" Giles walked into the room, eyes fixed on an ancient, crumbling book, no doubt full of charming pictures of apocalyptic demon rituals. "I'm afraid that's a very casual way of describing the ultimate evils, Xander." Giles continued reading as he stumbled into a wall, adjusted his glasses, and continued into the next room.
"Anyway, it's all rubbish. Hogwarts. Harry Potter. Yada yada yada. Like he actually exists anyway...I mean, if you were like, a top secret race of magical humans, why would you write seven world famous books about your life?" Buffy ranted.
"Actually he does exist," Willow said, "I met him once last year at this magic conference thing. Kinda boring guy actually...or maybe just shy. I dunno, I guess we'll find out." She smiled. "He had really nice eyes though." Tara poked Willow's knee to point out that Willow was already taken.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a cloud of smoke filled the archway. "Oi, my eyes are the prettiest, end of." William the bloody, a.k.a Spike, entered the room, blocking out the light that had shone through the door; although his bleach-blonde hair made up for most of it.
"Hey gorgeous." He winked at Buffy, who raised her eyebrows and stuck out her tongue. "Whatever." she said. "We're off to some magic school in England. Free entry. It's kinda like a university, and they're experts in the supernatural. You wanna come?" She asked casually.
"Magic school? Supernatural? They better not do any bloody tests on me for being a vampire. And you better tell them I'm one of the good guys now. But I guess if you're all going I should come along. I'll fit right in with my jolly old accent...what's it called?" he smirked.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and silly men in cloaks." Xander said.
"Hogwarts?" Spike blinked in surprise. "Hogwarts? Like, Harry Potter and Mouldy Voldy and all that?"
Buffy raised her eyebrows for the second time in a few minutes, and a tiny blush was visible beneath Spike's angular cheekbones. "I...er...I read the books. Vampire gets bored on his own in the day, okay? No blood left, can't go out, no Passions on TV..." he said defensively. Buffy laughed at him, but was secretly glad that he was so excited. Oh, and that he was actually coming. That would make the whole thing a lot more bearable. She really wasn't looking forward to months of stone corridors, rules, punishments, homework and possibly lots of supernatural creatures of the night that she wasn't permitted to kill as brutally as she liked. Hopefully Albus What-ledore would still let her patrol. Of course, if she'd known about the amazing meals, she would've looked forward to it just slightly more.