Defense against the Dark Arts
"Are you sure you want to come to class?" Asked Ron. "You got out of your own school, and now you want to come to ours?"
"Trust us, your teachers are way better then ours," said Buffy. "We had this one, who was really a giant bug and tried to eat Xander because he thought she was hot—"
"Please don't bring that up," said Xander.
They were on their way to Defense against the Dark Arts. "By the way, who's your teacher now?" Asked Willow.
"Dumbledore's been doing it, mostly," Harry said.
"Ah, I was hoping you'd come," Dumbledore said. "Since you're so accomplished, I was wondering if you could show some... fight techniques? Please, I have some very substantial things to do!"
"Ohmigod yes," Willow practically screamed. "We could get the cross bows and stuff, and then I'm sure there's some nice punching bags in there..."
"Go get some knives, crossbows, stakes—oh, just bring my black bag," Buffy told Xander. Oz was back amongst them, and perfectly ready for some magic classes.
Ron went with Xander since Xander probably would've run into something bad—like Fluffy—otherwise. Xander and Ron returned a moment later with Buffy's things.
"Funny, I ran into Filch last night, too," Ron said.
"So that was Mr. Creepy," Xander noted. Filch had given him the willies.
Buffy looked thoughtful. "Snape was right near him, looking suspicious as usual," Ron added.
"Also creepy—and bears an uncanny resemblance to Alan Rickman," Xander added.
"Hurry," called Willow, eager to show off for all the little Hogwart- ians.
An hour later, Buffy felt like she'd just had the most intense training of her life. Willow had kept her busy. She'd turned a wheezy Giles loose on the students, which was probably cruel since he was huffing off facts about some little known demons and the odd Vampire lore.
"Make him shut up," Harry whispered to Oz.
"Giles doesn't do that easily," Oz replied.
"Well I find Mr. Giles fascinating," Hermione told them stuffily. She raised her hand. "What part of Romania did the demon originate in?"
"He's already named the town," Ron whined. "What does she want, the complete street address?" Amazingly, Giles was able to give it to her, tell her how it came in through a portal, and then start in on a new tangent about portals and their uses.
Ron looked positively catatonic.
"I'm going to have to ditch you after class," Buffy said, "and take Xander and Giles with me, although I don't think I'm up to dislodging Willow. I want to see about some things..." Harry nodded.
"Whatever you need to do to get rid of what ever is plaguing Hogwarts, Buffy."
"Are you sure you want to come to class?" Asked Ron. "You got out of your own school, and now you want to come to ours?"
"Trust us, your teachers are way better then ours," said Buffy. "We had this one, who was really a giant bug and tried to eat Xander because he thought she was hot—"
"Please don't bring that up," said Xander.
They were on their way to Defense against the Dark Arts. "By the way, who's your teacher now?" Asked Willow.
"Dumbledore's been doing it, mostly," Harry said.
"Ah, I was hoping you'd come," Dumbledore said. "Since you're so accomplished, I was wondering if you could show some... fight techniques? Please, I have some very substantial things to do!"
"Ohmigod yes," Willow practically screamed. "We could get the cross bows and stuff, and then I'm sure there's some nice punching bags in there..."
"Go get some knives, crossbows, stakes—oh, just bring my black bag," Buffy told Xander. Oz was back amongst them, and perfectly ready for some magic classes.
Ron went with Xander since Xander probably would've run into something bad—like Fluffy—otherwise. Xander and Ron returned a moment later with Buffy's things.
"Funny, I ran into Filch last night, too," Ron said.
"So that was Mr. Creepy," Xander noted. Filch had given him the willies.
Buffy looked thoughtful. "Snape was right near him, looking suspicious as usual," Ron added.
"Also creepy—and bears an uncanny resemblance to Alan Rickman," Xander added.
"Hurry," called Willow, eager to show off for all the little Hogwart- ians.
An hour later, Buffy felt like she'd just had the most intense training of her life. Willow had kept her busy. She'd turned a wheezy Giles loose on the students, which was probably cruel since he was huffing off facts about some little known demons and the odd Vampire lore.
"Make him shut up," Harry whispered to Oz.
"Giles doesn't do that easily," Oz replied.
"Well I find Mr. Giles fascinating," Hermione told them stuffily. She raised her hand. "What part of Romania did the demon originate in?"
"He's already named the town," Ron whined. "What does she want, the complete street address?" Amazingly, Giles was able to give it to her, tell her how it came in through a portal, and then start in on a new tangent about portals and their uses.
Ron looked positively catatonic.
"I'm going to have to ditch you after class," Buffy said, "and take Xander and Giles with me, although I don't think I'm up to dislodging Willow. I want to see about some things..." Harry nodded.
"Whatever you need to do to get rid of what ever is plaguing Hogwarts, Buffy."