Disclaimers, etc, see part one.

Author's Notes: The only 'pairings' in this fic are Giles/Jenny and Fred/Angelina. There is possible, eventual, George/Buffy attraction and Ron/Hermione attraction, but nothing much.

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The inside of the shop was filled with shelves. Buffy was examining a 'food' section. The thought of turning Xander into a giant canary was amusing and suited the part of her that was still vindictive. She wasn't sure the Skiving Snackboxes would work properly on Xander, not to mention that he should be going to class. The other items probably required a wand to work.

Buffy collected five Canary Creams and five Frog Cakes. She was aware that Giles was behind her again as she made it to the counter. The brief respite from his presence was welcome for the moment, but she couldn't do without the security it offered, at least not yet. Giles didn't expect anything from her; no reaction, or words, or acknowledgement.

Buffy laid the goods out on the empty counter. A red haired young man stuck his head over the counter and grinned at her. She offered a polite smile in return.

"You're Molly Prewett's son." Giles said "You have to be."

He was staring at the young man when another face, which looked just like the first, appeared beside it. Buffy blinked, thinking that it might be some sort of magic trick on Giles when the new face spoke.

"You knew our mum?" he asked.

"We were at school together," Giles said. He sounded puzzled, more than anything else.

"Fred Weasley, at your service," the first one said. "And my brother, and business partner, George."

"How do you do?" the second one said, with an effected accent.

"Rupert Giles, Buffy Summers," Giles said. "Weasley? Arthur Weasley? Molly and Arthur, well, well, I should have just assumed. And you work in this shop?"

Fred and George were quite affronted. It took them a few moments to recover.

"We own the shop," Fred spluttered. "We invented most of this stuff ourselves."

"Including this pretty young woman's purchases," George added.

"I apologise most sincerely," Giles said, matching his tone to theirs. "You're presence merely threw me more for a moment. I should have guessed that Molly Prewett's sons would end up running a place like this. Especially given the pranks she got up to in school."

"Our mum?" George asked.

"Pranks?" Fred echoed.

Giles had become quite nostalgic. He looked around the shop curious.

"There was a time, the corridor to the Hufflepuff common room. I cried for a week. Even Arthur got the joke. Or when she got the Fat Lady to dance the can-can."

Fred and George looked at each other with almost horrified stares.

"But, but, but…" George spluttered.

"She almost killed us when she found out about this stuff."

"She banned us from selling them at school."

"She always said that we could do much better with our lives than run a joke shop."

Buffy looked at the shocked pair of twins and turned back to Giles, still lost in reminiscence.

"Giles, I don't think they knew."

Giles blinked, noticing the boys. "Ah, yes, sorry. You should probably ask your mother about that. Buffy if you're buying…"

He trailed off with obvious embarrassment, "We have to meet Jenny soon."

Buffy smiled in feigned commiseration and handed her collection of goodies over.

"Could I have these, please, George?"

George blinked. People rarely managed to guess their names correctly. But she had been sure. He grinned.

"So, can I have a guarantee that these will be used in an embarrassing way? We can't just sell them to anyone, you know. We have a reputation to maintain."

"Don't worry, I'm using them instead of beating someone up," Buffy said.

"Good to hear."

Buffy paid for the food, and followed Giles out of the shop with a hearty, "see you," from George. Fred sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. Giles seemed lost in reminiscence as they wandered through the bookshop. They went to collect the Monster Book of Monsters, last, as it said to speak to the shopkeeper. He sighed eloquently and reached for a heavy leather glove.

"I'll do it," Buffy said grimly. The shopkeeper didn't argue, he just opened the cage.

Buffy's hand quickly grabbed one from off another and held it shut. The guy looked shocked.

"I think it helps if they're distracted," Buff said, grinning sheepishly at Giles.

Buffy was also glad that she had Slayer strength, for the sheer number of books Giles had collected for her. She wondered how many students would have liked new arms after buying their books.

It was already ten to six when they emerged, so Giles decided to put off clothes shopping until tomorrow. They returned to the Leaky Cauldron and dumped the stuff in Buffy's room, before heading down to the bar to see if Jenny was there.

Jenny looked up as they came in and grinned. Rupert looked tired, but pleased with himself. Buffy looked pleased, and annoyed at her Watcher. It was nice to see them as comfortable as they used to be, to an extent. Although Buffy wasn't complaining about not being able to buy a particular pair of shoes. Unless she had been able to buy them; Giles was being a bit more conciliatory than usual.

Jenny kissed Giles in greeting, and smiled at Buffy, who smiled in response, if weakly.

"How did you go?" she asked.

Giles proceeded to give Jenny brief run down of their day, and asked how she was. Buffy found a stood at the bar and examined the rows of chips.

"'Hedgehog,' Giles?" she asked. "Do they mean the chocolate or the animal?"

Giles looked where she was pointing.

"They still have those here, good Lord. No one could really tell."

Buffy wrinkled her nose in disgust and ordered a packet of peanuts. Giles ordered half a pint of Speckled Hen, which earned him an odd look from the Bartender, but not as odd as Jenny's orange juice.

"I met an old school friend of yours," Jenny said, "Arthur Weasley? He was very interested in how airports worked."

Giles chuckled. "That does sound like Arthur. How is he?"

"Good. He and his wife are in town visiting two of their sons, they work near here, apparently."

"We just met them," Giles said. "They run a joke shop."

"Fred and George?" Buffy asked.

Giles nodded. Buffy went back to her peanuts, thinking that it might be nice to see the twins again. Apparently she was going to, because Jenny and Arthur had arranged to meet for dinner the following evening.

Buffy thought that it was just as well they were going to be buying appropriate clothes tomorrow, because she would hate to embarrass Giles. But she also wondered how good she would look in the full length robes everyone seemed to wear. Buffy was silent all through dinner, claiming tiredness. But in fact she was feeling guilty for trying to convince herself that dressing up to meet the twins shouldn't be making her feel guilty. And that was making her tired.

Jenny came with them to buy robes the next day. Between Giles's own life in the Wizarding world and the occasion polite comment from Jenny, Buffy was able to select a wardrobe of two robes she liked and three sets of black robes for school.

Giles began to teach her how to use her wand after lunch. They began with charms, which had been his best subject. By the middle of the afternoon she was able to make different coloured sparks and smoke come out of the end of wand. She could light it and make it go dark again, and she could make objects on the far side of the room wobble when she wanted to point them out. It was time to start a real spell.

Buffy was feeling very pleased with herself by the time six o'clock came. She could now make a feather float around the room wherever she wanted.

The day had gone rather well. Jenny had arranged things with the estate agents about the house and Dumbledore had owled Giles about meeting him for tea the following week. Apart from turning 'owl' into a verb, Buffy was feeling good.

She disappeared into her room for half an hour to change, wash her face and think about Angel.