"Nope," Buffy announced as she closed the door behind her. Huh. New Magic Box. Looked a lot like the old one except… messier. She sort of hoped this one would be luckier in terms of not getting destroyed every other week, but at the same time, it was probably doomed knowing their luck, so she shook the thought and smiled as she approached Giles. "Dawn was showing signs of an impending fit, so I thought I’d pop by to see my favourite grown up friend and let Willow deal. She was always better at the whole bribery thing." She folded her arms as she took a seat across from him and eyed the piles of books — not that much had changed in terms of Giles being, well, Giles. Ever the librarian. “I know Xander wasn’t coming over to help clean,” she sighed, placing her chin on her hand as she leaned forward, peeking at the crazy-big lists. “You’re gonna hire help, right?”
The voice that met the Watcher’s ears was unexpected, but far from unfamiliar, or unwelcome, and the older man’s expression was touched with a moment of surprise that faded quickly into a wry, but warm smile. ”Buffy,” he spoke, unnecessarily, working on straightening up with a half an armful of books as he did so. ”We’ve resorted to the bribery stage, already?” He inquired, the inner edge of his brows turning upwards above his glasses. ”I shall hazard a guess that she is not taking well to the transition to New Orleans,” he surmised, stepping over to one of the long tables to set the books down on. ”And no, he wasn’t. I had requested his assistance in building shelves and display units that will best fit the space afforded here. And… yes, I suppose I will have to,” he spoke, his gaze turning half from her and towards the chaos of boxes and books and supplies that surrounded him. His weight shifted, allowing him to rest against the edge of the table behind him as he made to remove his glasses, the handkerchief already in hand. ”Favourite, is it?” He questioned, his gaze returning to Buffy. ”Someone’s feeling generous today,” he teased lightly as he returned his glasses to his nose.
At this rate, it would be yet another several weeks before the inventory was accounted for and properly sorted, and not for the first time he wished that he had Anya at his side. The Magic Box was not a necessity, with the extensive wealth of the Watcher’s at his disposal, but it was a matter of personal pride and agenda. It offered an excellent cover for the comings and goings of Buffy and the others, as well as a place where they could meet and train in privacy, away from the other Slayers and Watchers. He could hear the sound of the side door opening, though he was himself elbow deep in a number of texts that he was double checking against his order list. ”Xander, is that you?” He called. ”It’s about bloody time, only an hour past due.”
Your affection for your charge has rendered you incapable of clear and impartial judgement. You have a father’s love for the child, and that is useless to the cause.
Heroes fight. They change it.
Wishverse Giles appreciation