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Liss. Buffy etc belong to JW, the WB etc. Story's mine. This is just a little snippet from the beginning of "Becoming". Please send me feedback - I'll dust your mantelpieces for you. That's an offer you can't refuseChair Shortage
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By Liss. Buffy etc belong to JW, the WB etc. Story's mine. This is just a little snippet from the beginning of "Becoming". Please send me feedback - I'll dust your mantelpieces for you. That's an offer you can't refuse |
Oz watched as Xander played with his food. It was...fascinating. But confusing. Frankly, though, Oz didn't really care what was going on around him. Willow was sitting in his lap. Gone were the old days when they would simply smile at each other in the halls, Willow not daring to do anything more. It was...nice.
"I'm still a little unclear as to some of the themes." Xander obliged by going into them. Something about buying American? And the whole Angel thing. That was a bummer - especially since Angel..Angelus..had nearly taken a bite out of Willow after he changed. Oz grew grim at the memory of Angel going into Willow's room and killing her fish. Not that anyone could tell he was having dark thoughts - stoic guy to the fore once more.
Oz hugged Willow a little closer. The conversation had turned to her now, and her teaching. Although she'd been distraught after Ms Calendar died, Willow had still managed to carry on teaching the class. He'd been proud of her. He always was, but then in particular. Oz smiled a bit as Willow responded to Cordelia.
"I didn't read anything about a chair shortage..." Shit. Snyder. The man was the epitome of anal. Oz believed in live and let live, but he was annoyed at the reaction he knew the principal's words would have. Yep. Willow blushed slightly as she realised what Snyder was talking about, and slid off his lap into the next chair, looking sheepish. Oz kept hold of her hand. He didn't want her getting too far away...