Bucket Brigade (BtVS/HP)
I don’t own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Sequel to Drunk and Disorderly
Xander spent a week running from buckets of water. Literally every time he opened a door, a bucket of water came splashing down on him. His girls were still a little pissed about the Hog’s Head incident.
If they hadn’t been trying to get them thrown out of the only semi-reputable establishment that would let them drink there, he wouldn’t have tossed water on them. Tonks had smirked and the rest had been mutinous.
At least one good thing had come of this whole situation. His girls had finally learned to work as a team and watch each others’ backs. Even Hannah, who Xander doubted very much was in on the whole douse-the-Watcher game, refused to squeal on the others.
Snape, of course, thought the whole thing was hilarious. At least, until Xander opened a door they were both stepping through and they both got dumped on. Then, Snape’s black eyes had glittered and Xander felt a shiver work up his spine. He was pretty sure that, soon enough, he wasn’t going to have to worry about buckets of water. He’d be mopping up buckets of blood.