They had travelled to England to meet some old friends of Giles’, who he said would be forming the basis of the new Council. It seemed these people were all magick-users of some kind – Giles hadn’t really explained it too well, but it sounded like they lived apart from the ordinary world, in a hidden community of their own.
Buffy, Willow, Giles and Xander were now waiting in a small dingy pub to meet their contact – Faith had decided she’d only scare him and had gone off with Dawn to see the sights, leaving the original four alone once again.
They didn’t have to wait long. A man with thinning red hair walked in, followed by a younger man, obviously his son. He looked around, then headed straight for their table.
“Giles! Merlin, it’s good to see you again.” He shook Giles’ hand, then looked round at the others, nodding to them each in turn. “Miss Summers, Miss Rosenberg, Mister Harris, I’ve heard so much about you all. I’m Arthur Weasley. A pleasure to meet you at last.
“Right. To business. As you know, we’re offering a union between our people and those of yours who know about the more mystical side of life. To that end, some of our very best researchers will be joining your Council of Watchers, for as long as they may be needed. I understand you yourself will be on the Council, Miss Rosenberg?”
Willow nodded. “That’s right. We need all the people we can get, since all the others were killed.”
“So I understand.” He placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, and Buffy realised he hadn’t spoken at all, or even glanced up, since their arrival. He looked up now, but seemed rather abashed, almost guilty about something. “This is my son Percy. He’ll be one of the researchers we’re sending to help you, and he’ll be accompanying you back to America, with your agreement, to see first-hand what you’re dealing with.”
Giles spoke up again. “We’d be glad to have him, Arthur. Indeed, it will be an honour.”
The young man – Percy – greeted this with a smile of blatant relief, and said, “Thank you, sir.”
“That’s settled, then!” Arthur exclaimed, and turned rather conspiratorially to Buffy. “Now, Miss Summers, you must tell me about Muggle ways of killing vampires. And Miss Rosenberg, I’d love to hear about how you learned magic. And you must tell me all about Muggle life in general, Mr Harris.”
The three looked at each other, rather bemused, then shrugged. Well, Arthur was helping them enormously, and talking to him was the least they could do…