Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author's Notes: The challenge? Pick a couple of characters. Set your songlist to random, and write a drabble staring said characters during the course of the song. I don't know who originally came up with this little writing game, but it's quite fun. I encourage you all to play it :) This first one is inspired by “Hello Goodbye” by The Beatles.
More on the setting and the overall storyline accompanying the drabbles will be established in the work later on. Some drabbles will be centered on Dawn, some on Draco. Enjoy. ~*~*~You say goodbye, and I say hello.
Dawn Summers didn’t need further proof that the Powers That Be were working against her. Yet, here she was, receiving just that, in the form of a sentencing. Yes, kid sister to “the” Slayer was in trouble with the law. Again.
This, however, was not the problem. The problem was that the law she had broken hadn’t been as simple as shoplifting a jacket or assaulting a “deformed” man outside of a pub. Nope. Welcome to Britain, where things were far more complicated: Dawn Summers had been charged with breaking a “magical ordinance.”
“Stupid frickin’ Ministry,” she muttered.
And she expected a reaction from the pale-as-a-bloodsucker hottie standing next to her, waiting judgment, but the tall blond simply stared into nothingness. Dawn studied him from the corner of her eye. He had to be a few years older than her, and, from the robes, he actually belonged here. Probably had a wand and everything. Was possibly storing said wand up his ass.
Dawn giggled at the thought.
draw a reaction. Gray eyes narrowed in confusion. The wizard opened his mouth and Dawn had spent enough years around her sister to “feel” the sarcasm before it actually exited one’s lips. And yet the comment never came.
Dawn rolled her eyes, rocked back and forth in boredom. When at last she could take the silence no longer, she opened her mouth. “So, what, you park your broom in a handicap spot or something?”
The question met empty air. She huffed, seeing the wizard’s backside at the other end of the hallway, off to receive his judgment. Before her. Of course. Stupid wizards.