To forget.
Summary:- Xander talk about the events in 'The Zeppo'
Disclaimer:- I own nothing, please don't sue I am a nice boy really.
AN: I have never written fic before so try not to judge me too much.
"...and then I go to Jake, 'I like the quiet'. So I stare down this zombie adamant on the destruction of the school, I think I shit my pants, that's every thing that happened to me G-man." Finished Xander.
"Oh Good lord!" Pausing to take a drink from his flask. "That is quite a story, it almost makes me regret that you will forget all this."
"What! What's up Giles? Why?" A look of shock slowly starts to cross Xander's face.
"Well I have one last thing to say before you forget… Obliviate!"
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If someone had been watching they would have noticed the old watcher drop a flask into the bin as he left.
If someone had been listening they would of heard him complain about the taste of these potions, and give a small fervent wish to never every taste 'essence of Rupert' again.
But no one did watch and no one heard as the old man disappeared into the night. Or noticed as a young boy stumbled out of the school and head of to his home in a confused daze.
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"What do you think of the new Lockhart book Harry?" As he turned to see his friend Ron holding out the book to show him the one he means.
"I don't think much on it I preferred his last one, 'Dealing with the Dead', the one he beat up those zombies to save the slayer."
Standing in silent agreement the both leave the bookshop in the search of ice-cream.