J.K. Rowling is the owner of the Potterverse, and all the related little spawn running around Hogwarts (and Hogwarts itself). Someone not me (but probably Joss Whedon) owns the Buffyverse and all related characters. Let's just go with 'not mine' and leave it as that.Summary:
Even money can be funny.Joe's Note:
Too legit... too legit to quit...
Walking down the hallway with Ron, Hermione, and Dawn, Harry lead the way down into the dungeons. Potions class first on Mondays ought to be illegal. It was, as Dawn has announced, 'cruel and unusual punishment'. And it was way too early to be putting up with Dawn's oddness, too.
Today she was walking next to Hermione, glancing across her fellow Muggleborn to stare at Ron. The redhead had one hand in his pocket and Harry kept hearing a faint clinking noise. It was an annoying habit his best friend had developed after working the summer with his brothers and actually had money, as if he expected it to disappear if he didn't check on it every so often. But hey, Ron was less of a prick about Harry's money now, so it was all for the best. Dawn snickered. Mostly, that is. "Dawn? What's so funny?"
"Ron." Dawn snickered again. "He's... he's playing with his knuts."
Harry burst into loud laughter, Ron froze and stopped walking entirely, and Hermione just groaned. "How horribly crude of you. Where do you come up with this stuff?"
"Oh, I lay up at night thinking of these things. Well, thinking of these things and playing with myself. Although there's a lot less of either now that Ginny sneaks in while the rest of you are asleep..."
That froze Hermione and Harry too, although a red flush crept up Ron's face before he burst into motion again. The last Hermione saw of her boyfriend was him racing down the hall and around a corner in pursuit of Dawn. "She WHAT?!"