“Well, duh!” Hugging Buffy warmly, Dawn stepped back. “And you’ll call me if you need any help with weird demon codexes?”
“Well, Will’ll take care of that,” Buffy glanced over at the red-haired witch who had already acquired a stack of books and was carefully arranging them in the trunk of the car. They had been borrowed on the solemn oath that if anything happened to them at all, she would pay the small fortune back herself. “I think she wants to make Giles faint with envy that she got to touch ‘em.”
“They’re first editions! Hand-written!” Willow’s head popped around the edge of the trunk. “No one has seen them in two hundred years!”
“Except, y’know, the Graf,” Dawn gave her an amused look.
Willow rolled her eyes, shutting the trunk carefully. “You know that’s not what I meant!” she protested, approaching Dawn and gesturing for a hug. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”
Briefly embracing Willow, Dawn nodded. “I’ve been okay for a month already,” she reminded them. “I’ll be fine. And hey! You’re the one who said you wanted to move into the library!”
Blushing, Willow looked briefly sheepish. “But it’s so big,” she mumbled.
From the doorway of the manor, there was a snort of mirth.
“Screw you, Herbert!” Dawn threw over her shoulder.
“You wish, darling!” his voice floated back.
Shaking her head and laughing, Buffy squinted at the doorway. “What is it about us that brings out the crazy in the vampires?” she asked.
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“You’ll let us know if anything happens, right?”
“Well, duh!” Hugging Buffy warmly, Dawn stepped back. “And you’ll call me if you need any help with weird demon codexes?”
“Well, Will’ll take care of that,” Buffy glanced over at the red-haired witch who had already acquired a stack of books and was carefully arranging them in the trunk of the car. They had been borrowed on the solemn oath that if anything happened to them at all, she would pay the small fortune back herself. “I think she wants to make Giles faint with envy that she got to touch ‘em.”
“They’re first editions! Hand-written!” Willow’s head popped around the edge of the trunk. “No one has seen them in two hundred years!”
“Except, y’know, the Graf,” Dawn gave her an amused look.
Willow rolled her eyes, shutting the trunk carefully. “You know that’s not what I meant!” she protested, approaching Dawn and gesturing for a hug. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”
Briefly embracing Willow, Dawn nodded. “I’ve been okay for a month already,” she reminded them. “I’ll be fine. And hey! You’re the one who said you wanted to move into the library!”
Blushing, Willow looked briefly sheepish. “But it’s so big,” she mumbled.
From the doorway of the manor, there was a snort of mirth.
“Screw you, Herbert!” Dawn threw over her shoulder.
“You wish, darling!” his voice floated back.
Shaking her head and laughing, Buffy squinted at the doorway. “What is it about us that brings out the crazy in the vampires?” she asked.