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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307199,0891 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

The Tweed Comes Out to Play

March 31, 2005 6:06PM

Oz knocked briefly before letting himself into Giles' office.

"Um, Giles? We have a problem which could have babies that could grow into more problems."

Giles sighed and removed his glasses. He rubbed his hand over his face. "Who did he sleep with?"

"What? Who?" Oz made a face. "Draco didn't sleep with anyone, but he is flooing his aunt for her legal connections. Um, the wizard po-po arrested Willow."

Giles blinked.

"What?"

"They hauled her out of Diagon Alley like a criminal. I think Draco was going to hex them until I reminded him that would be bad."

Oz did not understand Draco and Willow's relationship. Oz firmly believed Draco would follow Willow into hell if she asked, and at times that worried Oz. He'd researched Draco Malfoy, and the guy was just shy of being really dangerous. There was also the possibility he was mentally unstable.

"It was a bad scene, Giles."

"How many did they send?" Giles was already running recovery scenarios through his head.

"Just two. She could have... you know she could have... she went quietly and told us to come to you. She was really scared, Giles. I could smell how frightened she was."

"Idiots," Giles muttered. "Yes, she certainly could have taken care of them, should she have chosen to do so. I'm very pleased that she kept it together and didn't. You said that Draco is contacting Andromeda?"

"Something about her having the best lawyer in the wizard world at her disposal? And being scary when upset?"

"Ah, Penshaw, most likely. Yes. The man is incredibly competent."

"That's good," Oz said, nodding.

He felt so useless. He was worried about Willow and oddly, he was worried about Draco doing something epically stupid. Because he had that 'break people out of jail' vibe going for him.

Oz swiped a hand over his face.

"Indeed. Perhaps we won't need to implement any of the plans that have just run through my mind to retrieve her from the ministry's holding cells."

Oz made a face. "You, ah, haven't told Draco you have those plans, have you? He might try to go ahead and use them. I get that feeling."

Giles snapped. "Yes, do let's tell the borderline sociopath about the plans to break our friend out of gaol. And then lets go find some nice busy double carriageway and run back and forth across the way. How senile do you think I've gotten?"

Realizing he'd just been a bit rude, he forced himself to calm down. "Besides, I've just now come up with them."

"Then give me something to do besides sit here," Oz said with a bit more emotion to his voice than normal. "And I think borderline sociopath is a bit harsh."

"Possibly. Perhaps 'obsessive' would be more appropriate." He regarded his companion, and decided to do just that. "All right. Go up to the attic and find the clothing rack, and pull the garment bag off labeled 'Giles 2'."

"You're going to play dress up? Do you really think that's the appropriate response here, Giles?"

At the other man's glare, Oz held up his hands and left to go get the bag.

Giles immediately stood and went down the hall to Willow's Laboratory, where he got together a few ingredients, pulled a book from the shelf, and after locating the correct spell, lit the herbs on fire and started chanting.

Oz was waiting for him when he returned to his office.

"Giles, you aren't doing a spell to bust her out, are you? Because if Draco's to be believed, your girlfriend might have that under control in a legal way." Oz paused to consider. "Wow. I just talked about you having a girlfriend. How weird is that?"

"She's not my girlfriend," the older man stated. "Yet. And I'm not going to bust her out. But I am going to go to the ministry to make sure that she's relatively unscathed, and attempt to glean just what it was that they pulled her in for, and whose brilliant idea THAT was."

He pulled the garment bag open and started pulling tweed out of it.

"The tweed comes out to play. You are serious." Oz raised an eyebrow. "All right. Should we wait to tell Buffy or tell her now?"

"That is up to you. Please do wait to tell her until I've left, though. If she thinks I've got things under control, she may not be in such a rush to go in and break each wizard she sees in half."

Oz just nodded and debated internally.
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