I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter. Or the lyric to Tiesto's "Escape Me."~*~Indecision is annoying, not as annoying as your sharp tongue.~*~
“But she’s a muggle!
” Draco snapped. Not for the first time.
It didn’t seem to matter, especially as the corridor had cleared out already. Punishment was punishment for a reason, apparently. And his involved working with what he was currently calling, "...a skinny pest..."
“Hey, I’m not exactly walking on sunshine here, buddy,” Dawn noted, tossing back her long brown locks and studying the parchment hanging between them. The full details of their “service”.
That was right. Community service. Dawn couldn’t believe it. Wasn’t there any justice in this “wizarding world.” Couldn’t she just pay a fine or something? Couldn’t Willow just have a magic duel with someone or deport her to America?
Life was unfair.
"Life is unfair," Draco echoed. Then caught himself, as if he hadn't meant to let loose with the casual self-pity before he'd finished with the formal self-pity.
Dawn raised a brow. She'd known him for an hour and she'd determined that: A.) He was an annoyingly unapologetic prick.
B.) He came from money. Possibly worshiped money.
C.) He'd committed a way harsher crime than her. (How the hell did wizard law work again?)
D.) He was suffering for what he'd done.
"Amen," Dawn agreed.