The road to Hogwarts
Buffy kissed Angel goodbye and headed home for the night. Joyce Summers was absolutely frantic over the idea of Buffy slaying in England. She'd agreed to the trip after constant nagging from Giles, but she still wasn't comfortable with the slay gig, and she wanted Buffy home by ten to spend "quality time."
Buffy arrived home after tangling with two vamps and dusting them. She was approximately ten minutes late, and Joyce was even more frazzled then usual.
"You're late! I was worried!" Joyce cried, enveloping Buffy in a hug.
"It's just ten minutes, mom. I ran into some undead on the way over. That's all," Buffy did her best to explain.
Joyce and Buffy spent the night on the sofa talking and watching Thelma and Louise. In the morning, Oz came by to pick Buffy up. He had Willow with him. Giles had offered a ride, but Buffy had declined since she feared the Giles-mobile.
They arrived at the airport and met Giles, Cordelia, and Xander at the terminal. It was strange traveling by conventional means, but it would be a nice change.
"I hope my car will be okay in the parking deck," Cordelia whined, always worried about her precious car. She loved that thing almost as much as herself and more then Xander, which was saying something.
"I'm sure your car will be fine," Xander said automatically.
"Do you think they'll give me a hand with some spells?" Willow asked happily.
"How could they resist you?" Oz said in his sweet talk tone (which wasn't that different form his normal tone, but it was impressive for Oz.)
Willow giggled a little and snuggled up to him. Giles cleaned his glasses.
"We'd best get on the plane now, we don't want to miss it," he said nervously. The crowd of young people generally made him all twitchy. They were just so... not British.
"Hey, ten feet from door way here. Don't think we're going to miss the plane leaving," Xander said flippantly.
"Last boarding call for flight 7789 to London," said the girl behind the counter.
"I spoke too soon," Xander said sheepishly and they hurried over. Ten minutes later the plane was in the air and they were off for their adventure.
***
Harry Potter was at that moment in the middle of class. He was slightly ruffled, since Snape had seemed to be following again, but then Filch had appeared out of no where, making Snape all nervous and suspicious. Harry had taken that moment to escape. Now he was trying to pay attention as Professor Sprout went over the uses of Mandrake root for the umpteenth time, but it was difficult. He had to wonder when Voldemort would attack him afresh, and there was something up with Snape. He was sure this time! (Just like he'd been sure the last time...)
"Psst. Harry, what am I supposed to keep away from each other again?" It was Neville, who was frantically organizing his herbs.
"Wolfsbane and Wormwood—" Harry began, but it was too late. Neville had pressed them in next to each other, causing his case to explode and cover him in more black soot.
"Mr. Longbottom! Five house points from Gryffndor," Professor Sprout said. "Now, I'd better get you to the hospital wing for those burns..." Professor Sprout ushered off Neville.
"He's ruining everything! And nothing bad has happened for us to stop, so we can't make up for it," whined Ron.
"Don't worry," Hermione said sarcastically, "something is sure to attack us sooner or later!" She made a noise of disgust, obviously glad not to have to deal with breaking the rules repeatedly just to save Harry and the rest of the world from evil wizards.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," Ron told her.
"Don't start, Ron. Remember, the last time you insulted Hermione we got locked in a bathroom with a troll," Harry reminded him of their first year at Hogwarts.
Ron pouted. Professor McGonagall entered the class. "Gryffndors," she called. "There will be some, er, visitors from America staying in the dorms with you. I'll expect you to treat them with the utmost respect, because they are... our esteemed guests." She had been about to say armed and dangerous, but stopped.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. "This should be exciting," Harry said.
"Maybe we can earn house points!" Cried Hermione, already envisioning herself dating the new "visitors" like she had with the seeker from the Tri- wizard tournament the year before.
They'd already forgotten about the "scoobies" and "slayer."
***
Buffy and Xander were wandering about the King's Cross train station. "Platform nine and three quarters..." Giles mused. "Where on earth is that?" Buffy and Willow grinned at each other.
"We'll show you, Giles," Buffy said, as if speaking to a very small child. She and Willow walked up to the wall between platforms nine and ten, and then Buffy walked right through. Willow looked over her shoulder, smiled, and followed. Oz shrugged, nonchalant, and followed.
Cordelia, Xander, and Giles were incredulous. "I can't walk through any wall," Xander said.
"Is that going to mess up my hair?" Asked Cordelia.
"Fascinating," Giles wondered aloud. "You just walk into the wall..." He started forward, taking off his glasses just in case.
There was a train waiting on the other side. Xander and Cordelia reluctantly followed in a moment, and the group boarded the train.
"Isn't this great?" Willow asked. "Hogwarts..."
Buffy kissed Angel goodbye and headed home for the night. Joyce Summers was absolutely frantic over the idea of Buffy slaying in England. She'd agreed to the trip after constant nagging from Giles, but she still wasn't comfortable with the slay gig, and she wanted Buffy home by ten to spend "quality time."
Buffy arrived home after tangling with two vamps and dusting them. She was approximately ten minutes late, and Joyce was even more frazzled then usual.
"You're late! I was worried!" Joyce cried, enveloping Buffy in a hug.
"It's just ten minutes, mom. I ran into some undead on the way over. That's all," Buffy did her best to explain.
Joyce and Buffy spent the night on the sofa talking and watching Thelma and Louise. In the morning, Oz came by to pick Buffy up. He had Willow with him. Giles had offered a ride, but Buffy had declined since she feared the Giles-mobile.
They arrived at the airport and met Giles, Cordelia, and Xander at the terminal. It was strange traveling by conventional means, but it would be a nice change.
"I hope my car will be okay in the parking deck," Cordelia whined, always worried about her precious car. She loved that thing almost as much as herself and more then Xander, which was saying something.
"I'm sure your car will be fine," Xander said automatically.
"Do you think they'll give me a hand with some spells?" Willow asked happily.
"How could they resist you?" Oz said in his sweet talk tone (which wasn't that different form his normal tone, but it was impressive for Oz.)
Willow giggled a little and snuggled up to him. Giles cleaned his glasses.
"We'd best get on the plane now, we don't want to miss it," he said nervously. The crowd of young people generally made him all twitchy. They were just so... not British.
"Hey, ten feet from door way here. Don't think we're going to miss the plane leaving," Xander said flippantly.
"Last boarding call for flight 7789 to London," said the girl behind the counter.
"I spoke too soon," Xander said sheepishly and they hurried over. Ten minutes later the plane was in the air and they were off for their adventure.
***
Harry Potter was at that moment in the middle of class. He was slightly ruffled, since Snape had seemed to be following again, but then Filch had appeared out of no where, making Snape all nervous and suspicious. Harry had taken that moment to escape. Now he was trying to pay attention as Professor Sprout went over the uses of Mandrake root for the umpteenth time, but it was difficult. He had to wonder when Voldemort would attack him afresh, and there was something up with Snape. He was sure this time! (Just like he'd been sure the last time...)
"Psst. Harry, what am I supposed to keep away from each other again?" It was Neville, who was frantically organizing his herbs.
"Wolfsbane and Wormwood—" Harry began, but it was too late. Neville had pressed them in next to each other, causing his case to explode and cover him in more black soot.
"Mr. Longbottom! Five house points from Gryffndor," Professor Sprout said. "Now, I'd better get you to the hospital wing for those burns..." Professor Sprout ushered off Neville.
"He's ruining everything! And nothing bad has happened for us to stop, so we can't make up for it," whined Ron.
"Don't worry," Hermione said sarcastically, "something is sure to attack us sooner or later!" She made a noise of disgust, obviously glad not to have to deal with breaking the rules repeatedly just to save Harry and the rest of the world from evil wizards.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," Ron told her.
"Don't start, Ron. Remember, the last time you insulted Hermione we got locked in a bathroom with a troll," Harry reminded him of their first year at Hogwarts.
Ron pouted. Professor McGonagall entered the class. "Gryffndors," she called. "There will be some, er, visitors from America staying in the dorms with you. I'll expect you to treat them with the utmost respect, because they are... our esteemed guests." She had been about to say armed and dangerous, but stopped.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. "This should be exciting," Harry said.
"Maybe we can earn house points!" Cried Hermione, already envisioning herself dating the new "visitors" like she had with the seeker from the Tri- wizard tournament the year before.
They'd already forgotten about the "scoobies" and "slayer."
***
Buffy and Xander were wandering about the King's Cross train station. "Platform nine and three quarters..." Giles mused. "Where on earth is that?" Buffy and Willow grinned at each other.
"We'll show you, Giles," Buffy said, as if speaking to a very small child. She and Willow walked up to the wall between platforms nine and ten, and then Buffy walked right through. Willow looked over her shoulder, smiled, and followed. Oz shrugged, nonchalant, and followed.
Cordelia, Xander, and Giles were incredulous. "I can't walk through any wall," Xander said.
"Is that going to mess up my hair?" Asked Cordelia.
"Fascinating," Giles wondered aloud. "You just walk into the wall..." He started forward, taking off his glasses just in case.
There was a train waiting on the other side. Xander and Cordelia reluctantly followed in a moment, and the group boarded the train.
"Isn't this great?" Willow asked. "Hogwarts..."