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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1351 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Think You Know

“I wish I was going to Hogwarts this year, Gram.”

Andromeda smiled at her grandson. “I know you do, my little bean.”

“Can we go to the museum? I heard Mrs. Purecraft talking about it. I want to see the swords.”

“I suppose we could, if you like.”

Andromeda looked up when one of her tenants came rushing down the stairs. Andromeda smiled. Valerie was always late for something.

“Teddy, Andromeda, hi,” she said as she rushed past.

“Hello. Will you want supper tonight, Valerie?”

“No thank you, madam.”

And with that she was already out the door. Andromeda smiled to herself. That girl was always moving. Andromeda was beginning to forget what she looked like because all she ever saw of Valerie was a blur of movement.

“She sure moves fast,” Teddy commented.

“Indeed she does.”

“I was just nearly mowed over by a woman who looks like she needed to eat a beef sandwich with the fat,” Draco announced as he entered the front parlor where Andromeda and Teddy were.

“Draco!” teddy shouted, rushing to his cousin.

Draco made a face. He always pretended to be gruff and as if he did not like Teddy hugging him. Andromeda pursed her lips not to smile. She was sometimes amazed how someone with a good heart deep down could have come from Lucius Malfoy. She suspected that it was because Draco was more like his mother.

“What brings you by, Draco? Not that you aren’t welcome.”

“I wanted to speak with you about Willow,” Draco replied.

Andromeda nodded, then looked at Teddy.

“I know. Go play somewhere,” the little boy said before hurrying out and running up the stairs.

“Before we dive in,” Andromeda started. “How’s Rupert? I know he’s been busy, but I was just curious, as to-“



“You’re my aunt and he’s my boss. I refuse to do girl talk with you. He’s annoyed at the bloke that running the Cleveland office. He’s annoyed about Ethan Rayne, who Astoria captured, by the way, the lunatic.”

Andromeda smiled.

“Don’t do that,” Draco snapped.


“That secret smile. It’s sappy.”

Andromeda rolled her eyes. “One day I hope you will have a secret smile about someone.”

“None of that either.”

“None of what?” she asked.

“You and Mother both want me to marry myself off and start spawning.”

Andromeda kept her face carefully neutral. “I said no such thing, and I resent the implication that your mother and I would agree upon anything.”

She did hope Draco would settle down. Despite his obvious faults, he would be a good father. He would be better than the one he’d grown up with.

“Giles is quite fine. I have no plans to marry or have children. Might we get to Willow now?”

“Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” Draco snapped. “She never goes outside. She hides in her room. She looks like a homeless waif. She wants to put something back into the slayer scythe. She’s having a very hard time controlling herself. Which is why she stays in.”

“We have been worried about that.”

Draco made an incredulous face at her. “You lot knew? I am, of course, assuming this ‘we’ you speak of is the coven.”

“It is.”

“So you knew and you lot didn’t do anything about it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, Draco, and do stop looking at me like that before I hex you.”

Draco was getting upset. He’d spoken about this at length with Snape. He knew how precarious Willow’s position was. The fact that the coven seemed aware and were sitting idly by angered him.

“I just-“

“No, Draco. You don’t come to the meetings. You don’t know what goes on between Willow and Irulan, so do not sit there in you righteous anger and act as if we’d ever allow Willow to backslide and just stand by watching. She is as dear to me as she is to you.”

“I doubt that,” Draco snapped, getting up to pace the room.

“I know she found you when you were so lost, darling, but you are not the only person who cares about her. Parts of her, certain times when she speaks, are like having Nymphadora back, so do not tell me I care for her any less.”

Draco didn’t say anything to that.

“Will you be staying for dinner, Draco?”

“I suppose.”

“Don’t sulk. It’s irritating. You’re just like your mother.”

Draco smirked at her.

“And don’t worry about Willow. The coven knows more than you think we do.”
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