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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307197,3021 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

March 21, 2005 9:42 AM


"Ah... Mister Giles... If I might have a word?"

Giles sighed and poured himself some tea. His mood, up until this point, had been buoyant, but the mere presence of this bloody twit soured it drastically. "What can I do for you, Henderson?" The younger watcher reminded him of Wesley, just after he'd arrived in Sunnydale.

And it was just like him to ambush someone in the bloody kitchen on a Sunday morning.

"Is there any way I can persuade you to remove me from movie night duty?"

Giles humorlessly raised an eyebrow and asked, "Have you grown tired of eating cookie dough, talking about boys, and listening to bands whose members were chosen solely for their ability to dance? Or is it the sappy, contrived, unoriginal plots of the films that are bothering you?"

"All of the above, actually."

"Yes, well, I'd like to stop mediating your arguments with Williams, but it appears that we all have our crosses to bear, doesn't it?"

Henderson looked surprised. "That's what this is about?"

"No, it's about your being a great bloody child and Anya, Willow, Buffy and I feel that if the two of you wish to act like children, then the two of you can be punished like children. Just be glad that the bathrooms and showers are all under enchantments to remain spotless, otherwise you'd be scrubbing those out as well."

The young man looked flabbergasted.

"You behave yourself for a month, and you get Williams to do the same, and I'll think about it. Until then, feel free to..." He stopped himself before saying something that he'd regret. "...Enjoy yourself, as much as you can do."

Giles knocked back his teacup and drained it. Then he poured himself another, and left for his quarters.
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