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This story is No. 2 in the series "Everything is better with drow". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy's first day at SH is full of excitement due to overbearing principals, obnoxious cheerleaders, and dragons. Wait, dragons?

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Games > Dungeons and DragonsDmitriFR774,4680123,77523 Apr 1324 Apr 13Yes

Part Two

Going to school (part 2)

Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective owners.

As far as high schools went, the Sunnydale version was not anything unusual, even the students, contrary to Buffy’s expectations, looked human, or at least human enough to pass for one.

That said, the stares that she was receiving – Briza had driven away from Buffy and the younger drow moments ago, albeit reluctantly – were not familiar, and actually quite unpleasant.

“When you guys told me that you weren’t popular here, you weren’t exaggerating,” Buffy muttered to Dinin and Vierna as they went through the schoolyard into the school proper. “I didn’t expect to be gawked at personally, though.”

“That makes three of us, Buffy,” Vierna confessed, as they finally stopped before the principal’s office. “This is principal Flutie’s office, we’ll wait for you here.”

“Freaks,” someone muttered from behind them – way from behind them: the siblings and Buffy whirled around, there was no one specific in their line of sight.

“Miss Summers?” this time it was a different voice that sounded from behind the trio. “I’m principal Flutie, and I’ve been expecting you.”

* * *

Buffy decided that she was not a particularly big fan of her new high school principal, she just was not, even if he was probably human enough. She knew that she was being unreasonable; she knew that that man was in a position of power, however minor, not to make it worth aggravating him, but she had no intention of becoming his friend either, no matter what the reasons were.

“So, Miss Summers,” the principal was saying meanwhile, “I’m glad to see that you have to our school to start a new chapter in your life. A word of caution, though – the past can be a hard thing to get rid of, if you’re not careful about your new friends.”

“Sir,” Buffy had enough, and she had never been the most patient girl even in best of days, which right now were on the opposite side of the scale from the last few weeks, “don’t go there, please.”

“Excuse me?” the principal actually sounded confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Sir,” Buffy decided to back down. “I’ve – and my family – we had troublesome few weeks and I, for one, just want to go and embrace the routine, so to speak.” She shook her head, trying to clear it.

“Of course, I understand,” the principal nodded sagely. “Your family is at a vulnerable time, people are trying to take advantage of this-“

“Such as?” Buffy gave him a stare, and the man actually paled, if just for a second. “Name names, sir.”

“...Okay, I think we’ve got on a wrong foot, miss Summers,” the principal backpedalled quickly. “You, uh, are eager to go and embrace your new classes, right? Classmates too, I wager. Dismissed!”

Buffy looked down at her class schedule that was thrust in to her arms, raised on eyebrow, and left.

* * *

“So how do you like SH so far?” Dinin asked several classes later, as they walked to meet Vierna, (who had a different schedule; so did Dinin, but he had several classes in common with Buffy today).

“Well, other than the principal’s quasihidden socio-political innuendo, it’s relatively regular here,” Buffy confessed.

“Oh, really? What about her?” Dinin pointed slightly at the local cheerleaders, as they were entering the gym for their daily practice, apparently. They all looked human, again, except for the one in front, who had a pair of gazelle-like horns, curving relatively close to the skull, a furry (rather than scaly) tail, and a sort of body grace that could only be described as inhuman.

“Cordelia Chase, the head cheerleader,” Dinin said, almost goofily.

Buffy, who had been a cheerleader herself, caught this quickly on. “You have a crush on her, don’t you?”

“I’m not intimately familiar with this human term, but I know that ma is liable to skin both of us if I bring her home...for a fling,” Dinin said, trying to sound suave...but not doing a very good job of it to begin with.

“Let me guess – brother dearest has been ogling the cheerleaders again?” Vierna popped from behind her slightly taller sibling.

“Yes, especially the head cheerleader.”

“Yes, I know of whom he speaks. Her mother was supposedly a shapeshifting unicorn from the Sixth world, you know?”
“Really? Then why does she have more than one horn?”

“I said supposedly, didn’t I? Odds are that she’s part chimera instead,” Vierna grinned nastily. “Those critters are really just simple vehicles of destruction, but some of the older ones are rumored to have some shapeshifting powers as well.” She paused and added. “Speaking of, Buffy, what did you bring to lunch?”

“Excuse me?”

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