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Summary: Any ficlets and/or drabbles i wrote for the Fic For All.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFA(Recent Donor)SeleneFR1521,047021,45430 Nov 0430 Nov 04Yes

His Eyes; Buffy/Remus

Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor Harry Potter.

Authors Note: For the Fic For All at Twisting the Hellmouth. Was meant to be a drabble, but I guess it’s more of a teeny tiny ficlet.

I haven’t had time to write a great long while, so I hope it doesn’t suck to badly. Set after Chosen and anywhere after book 5 of Harry Potter.

Please let me know how you liked it?



His Eyes.



The first thing she noticed were his eyes. They were filled with the sadness and weariness of a life filled with hardship. They reminded her of her own eyes after a particular bad day on the job. But then he laughed at something those twin red-haired menaces did and all the sadness vanished from his eyes for just a moment. He should laugh more often.



She was standing in the doorway of that strange wizarding house for a while now. Keeping to the shadows, just observing the people cramped in the room she had yet to enter fully. There were a shock of red haired people, but seeing as this was their house, that really wasn’t a surprise. There was a bushy haired girl standing with one of the young red headed people and a black haired boy. She figured they were the famous Harry, Hermione and Ron. They were laughing and talking. She looked away, they reminded her of how she, Xander and Willow had been, but never would be again.

Dumblebee, or what’s his name was there, as well as a tall black man with a golden hoop trough one ear. A girl who kept changing hair and eye color and a tall greasy haired man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. A strict looking woman with her hair in a bun and a incredible stunning looking blonde hanging on the arm of the long haired red-head.



And him. The one with the sad eyes and prematurely graying hair. Keeping to the side of room, not quite joining in the festivities, just observing the others having fun. Every once in while someone would sit by him and talk a little before moving on.

To her chagrin her eyes kept being drawn to him. She was perfectly happy staying in her shadows, bitching at Giles in her mind.

‘This is important, Buffy. Wizards can be useful allies. They already know about the demons and darkness, and having more magic on our side could truly be beneficial to us. As could having Slayers on their side to them.

It would also be rude to turn down a invitation to a Christmas party. Now you’re the only one in England at the present. You’re going.’

And that was that. Here she was, at a Christmas party given by wizards she hardly knew. Feeling butterflies in her stomach that hadn’t been there since Angel every time she looked at, what she was pretty sure was, a werewolf.



Ah what the hell, it was the season and all that crap. She moved slowly out of her trusty shadows and walked to the werewolf.

“Hi, Buffy Summers” she said, holding out her hand.

“Remus Lupin” he replied, shaking her hand.

“So, werewolf huh?”

“Slayer, huh?” he replied with a smirk, but a weary look in his eyes.

“With a strict ‘no killing werewolves’ policy.” She reassured him. “Maybe put them to sleep when they’re fuzzy, but no killing."

“I sense a story there.”

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”

“Done”



She relaxed into the couch cushions. Maybe the night wouldn’t be such a loss after all.



The End.

Maybe more on Buffy and Remus after the holidays when I hopefully have more time to write.
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