I have it said before, but I’ll say it again: I don’t own anything you recognise, I probably do own everything you don't recognise and I’m not making any profit from this story.
‘Buffy: the Vampire Slayer’ belongs to Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox and others. And I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’m not J.K. Rowling nor am I the company Warner Bros. This means I don’t own ‘Harry Potter’. Because if I did, I would have done things very differently. Such as not killing Fred. *glares at J.K. Rowling*Crossover:
Buffy: the Vampire Slayer/Harry PotterPairing:
FR7, because there’s only talking.Spoilers:
Yes, as always.Summary:
Bite-sized bits that wouldn’t leave me alone until I had written them. Could be parts of my “Love Is ...” series.
“talking”emphasisStory: Bite-Sized Bits11. Muggle Literature
“Let’s get back to the topic at hand. Maybe we should ask Martin what the deal is with those servers?” Fred asked Xander and George. “Although, I don’t know why he wouldn’t have told us that this house had a house elf. Or more than one house elf.”
“But didn’t Martin seem surprised that house elves existed?” George asked.
This made them look even more confused, because yes, Martin had
looked surprised at the fact that house elves existed.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” Xander said. He then grinned, because of what he had just said.
George and Fred looked confused as to why their boyfriend suddenly grinned.
George had to ask. “What’s with the grin?”
“You’ve never heard of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, have you?” Xander asked. “It’s a novel by Lewis—”
“And the name of the author would be something he would know and remember, when he can’t even remember to get a new bottle of milk to put in the—,” George started to say.
“If I may finish what I was about to say,” Xander interrupted him. “It’s a novel by Lewis Carroll.”
“Wait a minute,” Fred said. “You’ve read a book?”
Xander got his patented deer-caught-in-the-headlights-of-a-truck look on his face. “Well, not exactly. Willow told me about the book. But I did see the movie, so that has to count for something, right?”
Fred and George shook their heads, grinning at their boyfriend. Xander was such a strange guy, but that was why they loved him. They were strange too after all.End of “Muggle Literature”.A/N:
This bit was supposed to be set after the housewarming part in my story “Love Is ... Inventing Together”, but got lost during my re-writing frenzy.
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