20/01/2007 03:55:00
Title: Delectable Brunet
Author: Demongirl024
Timeline: Somewhere after Willow's evil spell, Buffy and Spike were never more than spuffy friends. Harry Potter timeline? Not sure yet.
Disclaimer: Everything Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter belongs to Joss Whedon and J. K. Rowling, respectively.
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Buffy glared at the door Willow had disappeared behind as she and Oliver walked past it on their way to the Great Hall, "She was never that sly and crafty."
Oliver shrugged in return and replied, "Trust me, when you live in a castle with Severus Snape, you'll need to be as crafty as you can be, especially if you're Willow Rosenberg. She sometimes forgets to harvest her ingredients on time, an' she developed the craftiness because of her need to pilfer the required ingredients."
Buffy's attention was momentarily drawn to another portrait, this one of a friendly-looking woman, whose pleasant features were drawn into a scowl, and who could be heard muttering, "That Snape, prowling and stalking up and down the corridors like an overgrown bat, the dirty great lump. He keeps bothering my dear Pomora about ingredients for his bloody potions…" Buffy giggled, leaving Oliver to wonder whether she was laughing at his or the witch's sentence about Snape.
"It sounds like this 'Snape' isn't very popular at all, from what Willow's letters said, what you said, and what that woman," Buffy nodded her head in the direction of the witch in the portrait, "Just said. In fact, he sounds something like my old high school Principal, Mr Snyder. What was that Cordelia called him? Oh, right, a tiny, impotent nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu." Buffy grinned at the look on Oliver's face, which was slightly puzzled, and very amused.
"No, he's not. In fact, he's the most foul, cruel, bad-tempered Professor you'll ever set eyes on!" Oliver laughed, and Buffy's grin widened in recognition.
"Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I thought that most wizards didn't watch muggle films, or wear muggle clothes for that matter," Buffy remarked, glancing down at Oliver's faded, dark-blue jeans and white button-up shirt with the first few buttons left undone.
"Well, contrary to what you may have heard, a lot of wizards and witches do know something about muggle fashion and appliances, especially those that live in muggle areas, for example my family an' I."
Buffy nodded, and looked around the empty corridor they were now passing through, "Where are all the students that stayed here over the holidays, by the way?"
Oliver hastily explained, "Most of them are in the Great Hall by now, havin' their dinner, and practically dying of curiosity because you haven' made your appearance yet. The news of 'Professor Rosenberg's Guest' has been flying around the castle since she invited you here," Buffy grimaced at the thought of dozens of eyes on her while she was eating.
They had arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall.
Oliver suddenly grinned.
"Want me to hold your hand?"