Hellmouthed (hellmouthed) wrote in hellmouthic, @ 2011-01-18 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy, cordelia, giles, xander |
The Library (Open to all)
when? after school, night-time. you juveniles.
'Twas the night of the whammies, and all through the school, not a teacher was stirring, not even a... well, there was Giles. Giles was there. Ovals of sweat coating the weathered lines of his exhausted, crinkled brow. Thumb and index impressing the battle of fatigue and bright white migraine knocking on the back door of his cranium like a prodigal son, was unable to really relieve him of his worries. The golden wire rims of his glasses were slid upward, only to descend again. He achingly adjusted the placement of his tall weight on the uncomfortable creak of the unforgivably wooden seat in which he tried so desperately to sit up straight in. Unfortunately clipped slouch would have to suffice for now, because he couldn't fathom what Xander was so emphatically on about and hoped gravely it was only a paper thin nonsense they could fold and do away with. Nonsense was what Xander specialized in.
"Cordelia's has a what exactly?" the groaned resounded.
"A whammy." Xander assured matter-of-factly.
"... and by whammy could you possibly inform me of what precisely we're speaking of?"
"Isn't that what you're here for, watcher-man? Whammy expert extraordinaire? Don't you think if there were ever any kind of precision in what Cordelia said, Giles, that... "
Hm. Xander had to re-route that there thought, but then he amended:
"Well, that'd be kinda nice actually. Is there a whammy for that?"