Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS or Harry Potter. If I did, I'd have the seventh book out already!!!
It had to mean something that they'd arrived at the same time. He was several years her junior when they'd been on Earth, but here that didn't matter. They'd both managed to die from magical means at the same moment. They'd arrived at Heaven together. When Peter gave the grand tour, she'd smiled at him. They both chuckled at the room full of nothing but people riding horses while eating marshmallows.
"There's a room up here for everything," Buffy had commented when Peter had opened the door a crack.
"'Suppose it's because we're dead," Cedric replied simply.
"You may be dead," Buffy challenged. "But I plan to be deceased."
"Isn't that the same thing?" Cedric asked as they fell in line behind St. Peter who was guiding them toward other rooms they could visit. There was a room filled with rolls of tape, a room with people shooting rubber bands, and a room that looked much like a bar. It was after the pub when Buffy finally answered.
"No it's not the same thing," she said with a flip of her hair. "It sounds much better," she informed him with a grin as she stepped inside the pub and ordered a fruity girly sounding drink and kicking out the stool next to her for him to sit down on.
"Oh," he said with a nod as he picked up the beer that had been laid before him. "You wouldn't happen to be crazy, would you?" he asked as the bartender also set down a shot of firewhiskey in front of him.
"Maybe," Buffy said as she smiled into her drink.