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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307192,3571 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Archery and Ogling

June 6, 2005 11:00 AM


Pevensie was standing in his living room area reading his birthday letter from Blaise when Draco walked out from the bedroom.

"How come you get to know when my birthday is, but I don't get to know about yours?"

"No one around here knows about mine," Draco replied. "I don't celebrate it."

"Why?"

"Because bad things happen. I got my mark on my birthday."

Pevensie frowned. "But it looks like Blaise and Mom have nice things for you. Don't you like gifts?"

"I love gifts, like anyone, but I don't like my birthday. So many of them from sixteen on have terrible memories."

Her frown deepened. "But did you have a bad day yesterday? I know you did not work at all. You were, like, outside all day. Rona said you were riding a broom."

Draco pointed to his Firebolt leaned against the wall.

"Wow." Pevensie rushed to touch it. "You really ride this thing? How do you stay on? Have you ever racked yourself in the balls on accident?"

"I stay on and remain... un-racked due to years of practice. I started riding when I was five, much to Mother's displeasure, but I loved it. I made the Quidditch team when I was twelve. Mainly because my father bought my spot, but I like to think my teammates weren't wholly displeased when they saw I could fly."

"Will you... take me? Rona said you took Luna. Can you take me sometime?"

Draco grinned, thinking of him taking Luna. "If you like. What was Rona not doing that she had so much time to watch me in the gardens with Luna?"

"It was her off day."

That was something Buffy had started. Every slayer got one day a week where they had no chores and no training and no lessons to do whatever they pleased. It was all part of her letting them still have a normal life thing.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Hours ago," she replied.

"Good. Because we need to meet Greenway on the archery range in ten minutes."

Pevensie groaned. "I don't see why I have to learn to shoot with an old school bow. That's why they invented crossbows because the old way sucked balls."

"I thought you liked that Leggy chap in the Wards of the Ring movie?"

"That's Legolas and it's Lord of the Rings, Mr. Pop Culturally Challenged, and I will so never be that fast. He's an elf... and fictional."

"I think you could be that fast."

Pevensie made a face. "I think you maybe have too much faith in my abilities. Maybe with the knives. I'd like to be that fast with blades, but I hate the regular bow. I like the crossbow. Load and fire, much simpler."

"You never know what weapons will be at your disposal. You need to have a working knowledge of as many things as possible. It could save your life or the life of someone you hold dear."

"Fine. Whatever."

Draco grabbed his things and headed out with her. They passed many people while heading out to the gardens and to the range. Draco noted that Pevensie knew the names of most of the slayers or watchers who greeted them.

"Good morning, Pevensie," Theo said as he passed.

"Hey, Theo."

Draco scowled he knew he was here, but he had avoided him thus far. Draco stopped and glared.

"Malfoy."

"Nott."

They glared at one another.

Draco had despised Theo since he was a toddler. It had been instant dislike. It had gotten worse with age. Mainly because Theo had liked Pansy when they were children, and Pansy had been Draco's. Then as they got older, Theo had had a definite crush on Astoria. He had also gone to the Yule Ball with Daphne. Just friends, though, because everyone knew Daphne was not interested. There was also the fact that he seemed to make some sort of friends with every girl Blaise broke up with. It was as if he enjoyed messing with their things.

Draco also found him weird. He could be very secretive and solitary, even for a Slytherin, at times. Nott was also very studious, but that made sense with him wanting to be a healer. There had been instances during their Hogwarts days when he had ousted the rest of them from their dorm. He would get especially annoyed with Greg and Vincent, but Draco couldn't blame him there. Those two had not known how to shut up. There were times when Draco himself had told them to leave when he was studying. They had gossiped like two damned girls.

Pevensie was frowning. Her watcher and the healer were glaring at one another like they'd like to start throwing punches.

"Archery range?"

"Yes," Draco replied tightly. "You go ahead, I'll catch up."

"I would like to take this time to remind you that Willow would not like it if you hexed or punched the healer," Pevensie said before hurrying off.

"Someone knows you rather well, Malfoy."

Draco stepped dangerously close to him. "I don't know what you're doing here, how you managed to worm your way into the Council, but if you harm any one of them, any of them at all, I will make you beg for death."

Theo raised a brow.

"And you know I can."

"Can, yes. But will you? I know you find it so distasteful, Malfoy."

"I'd make an exception for you."

"Does Willow know how close to the surface that Black blood runs in you? Does she know how prone you lot are to being sociopaths and full-on lunatics?"

"Does she know what you dabble in?" Draco countered.

"I don't dabble there any longer," Theo snapped before stalking off.

Draco watched him walk away with a glare. Then he hurried after Pevensie. She had not yet reached the archery range. She was stopped near the greenhouses watching that Rowan chap.

Pevensie was frowning. Willow had Rowan here on the weekends when he was not working at Neville's to help with the greenhouses here. Mostly he did manual labor like at the shop. Right now he was paused from staking bags of peat moss to talk to Chelle. His long hair was in a ponytail and his shirt was off. Pevensie had never noticed he had a tattoo on his back. They seemed to be two Chinese characters in black ink on his left shoulder blade, but not knowing Chinese, Pevensie had no idea what they meant.

"Getsu tsuki"

"Huh?" She turned to see Chao-Ahn standing next to her.

"Full moon," the other slayer replied.

"Huh, so that's what that means?"

"I think funny for werewolf."

Pevensie grinned. Now that she thought about it, she thought it was amusing too. She smiled at the other slayer. Chao-Ahn's English was getting much better.

"You think he pretty?"

"Huh?"

Chao-Ahn gestured at Rowan "Pretty?"

"What?" Pevensie said, turning pink. "No. That's just Rowan. He's not... he's so not..."

"Mei mei! Gan kuai!"

Pevensie and Chao-Ahn looked up to see Li Jiao motioning Chao-Ahn inside to the training room.

Chao-Ahn did a slight bow of respect at Pevensie. "Zai hui, ha ren zhe, fu."

Pevensie blinked. She had no idea what Chao-Ahn had just said. They other slayer had already hurried off so Pevensie could not even ask.

"She bid you good day, called you slayer and wished you good fortune," a passing watcher said.

"Oh," Pevensie replied. "Cool."

"Done ogling the mutt boy?" Draco asked as he caught up. "Can we press on to the range?"

"I was not ogling."

"Perfectly natural if you were," Draco replied nonchalantly. "Wouldn't be the first time a teenaged girl looked at a bloke without his shirt on. Especially if she knew he were a bit dangerous."

"Are you trying to make me vomit?"

Draco just grinned. Sometimes he worried that she wasn't having a normal enough teenage life like Buffy wanted, but her staring just then said maybe she was.
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