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The dark pub was filled to the brim, people coming and going all night. The smoke swirled around the occupants as they drank away they’re troubles. In this case for four of them who sat in the corner booth, the trouble was the destruction of Hogwarts. Giles sat quietly consumed by his thoughts along with Severus Snape, DeOgan and Mr. Weasley.
The blast pretty much destroyed the school. Five days afterwards all classes were canceled and all students and teachers were sent home. The Slayers that lost their lives were buried each in their own home town and country. The four Englishmen and the elf stoically exchanged glances. Giles wearing his usual tweed suit as he removes his glasses from his breast pocket.
After taking another drink Giles started the conversation. “Well I’d like to at least have one last hurrah before Faith kills me.”
DeO smirks. “What did you do this time.”
“Well as the rest of you know Slayers are appearing right and left. We send people out to get these slayers every so often and this time…”
“It was Faith’s turn, I suspect.” Weasly finished the sentence with a drink. “Well, she is a very…energetic girl…I suppose she did not take that to well.”
Snape just snorted. “To say the least Arthur, she was broadsword training when…”.
DeO winced. “Exactly.” They nodded.
“Xander barely was able to get the sword out of her hands. She was very…annoyed at leaving right in the middle of our current dilemma.” The others nod.
Snape sneered. “Why don’t we get past the pleasantries and talk about the REAL reason why we’re here.”
“Aways so abrupt Severus?” Giles asked.
“Unfortunately he is…” Weasley shrugged as Snape snorts again.
“The arrangements have been made to put those who have fallen to rest.” DeO decided to put in to stop any kind of confrontation. The others nod.
“What of the school Severus.” Giles mused.
“To tell you the truth, no one knows. It was supposed to be the safest place in the Wizarding world. But now…”
“Well I can tell you, at the Ministry its mass chaos and confusion. I’ve been temporarily promoted to a higher station since problems with muggle equipment at this time isn’t high on the Ministries priorities list, after Hogwarts well…blew up.” Mr Weasley said prior to taking a drink.
“I think the only thing you can do…is rebuild.” DeO stated before copying Mr Weasley with his drink. “Bigger and better then ever.”
Snape grimaces. “Your assuming, elf, that we will survive the ordeal with Voldemorte first.
Weasley nods. “I’d hate to agree with Severus, but he’s right. We have to adjust to the fact that we may possibly lose.”
“No, we won’t.” The other three looked at Giles. He was standing up and in the dark light, he looked almost menacing, but a small smile crept around the corners of his mouth.
“I will not say we may not lose people, god knows how many have already died, but I’ve been a watcher for a long time. Nothing new, the slayer would be chosen, trained, and then die soon after. But when I met Buffy and soon her friends…well I knew something was different. Seven years later she had died…yes, but she lived also. And she has thrived to be one of the strongest people I ever knew. She dealt with things that would break a normal person and finally comes back in triumph. It’s not only her though, Willow, Xander, Dawn…they each contribute their own unique talents. Together we have defeated a pure demon, a god, and even the essence of evil itself. We have ended countless apocalypses and saved countless lives. Some may die, but I refuse to allow just one insane…human with some power to end what we have here.”
He sits down taking a drink. The others just stare, each deep in thought. Finally Mr. Weasley smiles, “Well, then with something like that, I’d like to propose a toast to the, Scruples..?”
“Scoobies.” Giles corrected with the hint of a smirk.
“Yes, yes, Scoobies. A toast, to the Scoobies, Hogwarts, those who have fallen, and the end of Voldemort.”
The oher three toast, the glasses clinging together. “The end of Voldemort.” They repeat in unison.
Faith growled silently as the people started to exit the plane. He had no right to pull her out at such a critical time. The ball was just starting to roll and Giles had the nerve to take her out of the game so early. She wouldn’t make it at this rate… plus going through customs. Even though this was Switzerland and nothing ever happened here. This slayer better be already packed and ready or else she would teach her…oh…wait! That must be her, Faith thinks as she see a girl with a sign.
For some reason the girl looked familiar... almost as if they met in…Sunnydale? And why did she have a big grin on her face