Xander stifled a laugh as the camera flashed again, and he knew very well that it was taking all of Faith's willpower not to reach out and smash the offending object to smithereens. He kind of thought that she might want to do that to the owner of the camera as well. That - and only that - was the reason he decided to save the annoyed brunette.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, I hate to interrupt," the man said, ignoring the 'yeah, right' look that Faith shot his way at the words. "But as I'm sure you know, we've traveled a long way over the past day or so, and even Slayers need their rest."
"But nothing, Colin," a dark-haired girl with curly hair that was piled on top of her head piped up, giving both Colin and Dennis Creevey something of a quelling glare as she stepped forward. Xander wondered if the girl knew that her glare could rival that of Professor McGonagall, but he decided it was better not to mention it. "You've gotten more than enough pictures, and I daresay that Faith has been quite nice to put up with it for so long. You'll leave her be-"
"But Hermione-" Colin began again, but he stopped as the girl's expression grew even more annoyed. With a shake of her head, she turned to Faith.
"If you go up those stairs, you'll find the girl's dormitories. Your room should be properly marked, and your things should be there," Hermione said. "*They*," she continued, nodding towards the boys, "won't be able to follow you. There's a charm."
Faith arched a brow. "No boys in the dorm? Bummer," the brunette Slayer replied, though she did head off in that direction, clearly glad to be rid of the over-anxious Creevey brothers without having to throw them across the room. It wouldn't have exactly made a good impression if she'd tossed a couple of teenagers through a window less than an hour after arriving at Hogwarts. Not that Faith usually worried about making a good impression, but this time around, she was stuck with a bunch of witches and wizards. Not smart to piss them off too much.
Xander shook his head as he watched Faith go, the now down-hearted Creevey brothers going off in the opposite direction, and then he turned to look over at Hermione. "I'm sure Faith will thank you for that later. And if she doesn't I'm sure she meant to."
The girl shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I just knew she looked annoyed and, well... Dennis and Colin can be a little much. Colin pestered Harry horribly back in second year - Colin's first-" She broke off, shaking her head. "But you don't want to hear about that."
This time it was Xander's turn to shrug. "Maybe I do... But, uh, who's Harry?"
"Harry Potter," Hermione told him, and something about the way she was watching him made Xander think she was waiting for something. When he didn't react, the brunette smiled at him, the expression brightening her face. "Harry will love you."
"Um, why do you say that?" Xander wanted to know, beginning to wonder about the boy in question, and Hermione's reply didn't do anything to stop him from wondering.
"Because you don't know who he is."
Severus Snape recovered quite quickly at the small show of power that Willow had just displayed, his sneer coming firmly back to his lips. "If you meant that to impress me, I'll have you know I've seen far better parlor tricks in my day."
"Oh, that wasn't me trying to impress you. That was me stating a simple fact. I don't need a wand. If I were trying to impress you, I would tell you about the time I gave a vampire a soul, or the time that I triggered the power of the Slayer in hundreds of Potentials. Or perhaps I would tell you about the time that I brought Buffy back to life five months after she'd died," Willow informed him, allowing her eyes to change color slightly, though she was told that, since the spell she'd used to give the Potentials their Slayer powers, her eyes no longer went black when she used her powers. Instead, they went to an odd silvery color. Sometimes almost white.
Snape, obviously surprised this time, took a step back, then forced himself to stop and step forward once more, looking as though he was annoyed with himself for giving up any ground. Willow fought the urge to smile. It was kind of fun to mess with this guy... In a strictly 'messing with his mind' sort of way.
"If you're as powerful as you claim, how is it that the wizarding world has never heard of you?" Snape finally asked, drawing himself up, his tone arrogant, and Willow rolled her eyes.
"Because I was raised a Muggle, as you call them, and I grew up on the Hellmouth. There's enough mystical energy there to choke a horse. Or whatever that saying is." Willow muttered the last part almost to herself, then shrugged. "A lot of nasty beasties like to hang out on the Hellmouth, so I doubt any but the darkest of wizards would like to hang around there." The redhead noticed that Snape looked vaguely uncomfortable at the mention of dark wizards, but he covered it quickly, quickly enough that she wondered if she'd imagined the discomfort in the first place.
"If only dark wizards would like it there, then why did you stay?"
"Because Buffy was there. She may be a Slayer, but the Watcher's Council was stupid to ever make Slayers fight alone. Buffy had friends, and it's why she's still around," Willow replied, then looked toward the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to settle in."
Snape nodded, his expression wary. "Of course," he said, heading for the door. "But Miss Rosenberg, I must insist-"
"Good night, Professor Snape," the redhead interrupted, flicking her hand in the direction of the door, which slammed shut in the professor's face. A second flick of her hand had the door locking itself, and Willow magically reinforced it just in case one of the Slytherin students got a little nosy. She didn't think it would make a very good impression to hex a student first thing the next morning. Of course, if that's what it took to keep them in line...
No, no, she wouldn't do that.
Not unless she had to.