"Huh. I wonder if post-death sex is better than the pre-death sort," Sirius pondered. "Might make for a good discussion topic at your next Dead Girls Club meeting. Maybe you'll have some firsthand experience to share by then."
Sirius grinned at Anya. He would be more than willing to help her with that problem, of course, should she wish to solve it.
"Your fiancé sounds like a bit of a jerk, if you don't mind my saying so. Leaving a woman at the altar - that's just the coward's way out. If he didn't want to get married, he could've been a proper man and told you beforehand, you know? If you could punish him, what would you do?" Sirius, of course, could identify with the desire to punish someone who had wronged him. "It must be very frustrating to be able to punish those who've done other people wrong, but not the one person who wronged you." A terrible thought hit Sirius. "He didn't kill you, did he?"
He watched the Hot Pocket intently, trying to work out just how the light could possibly be cooking it. Charms and spells made so much more sense than some kind of strange force coming from a wall into a cord to turn on a light.
"Kitten-eating demons? There're a lot of cats here at Hogwarts who might not be thrilled to hear about that. As for trolls, it depends what type you're talking about. The mountain trolls are the worst. Wouldn't put it past one of those buggers to eat a human baby. Well, I'm glad you don't eat humans. Wouldn't want to be an appetiser for that Hot Pocket." He laughed and then added, "Anywa, so far, all the demons I've met here at Hogwarts seem to be pretty decent sorts."
Sirius returned Anya's curious look with a wide grin of his own. "I hadn't heard of board-game sex before Homsar either. Let's just say he opened my mind to a lot of strange and wonderful things. It's not like strip poker, though. It's far more transcendent than that. It's like a higher plane of sex. Different, but no less pleasurable." Homsar's brand of sex was something that couldn't really be put into words. One had to experience it to truly understand it.
Sirius took the Hot Pocket from Anya and blew on it, waiting for it to cool down slightly before he took a bite. Smiling, he nodded and said, "Yeah, it was Wolfram. Seems touchy all around, if you ask me. But overall, he's all right Anyway, a couple of days ago, a bloke with a dragon showed up - another demon, actually - and he said I could feed it...and thus complete the quest. Dunno what'll happen with Wolfram once that's done. To be honest, I really haven't got a clue what being his friend entails...but at least I'll have made amends for insulting him, you know?"
Sirius finally bit into the Hot Pocket. "Mmmmmmmmm.... Flaky and cheesy and processed. It's fantastic! How's yours?"
"Hmm. Do you really think there might be a difference in sex post-death? That would be interesting." She looked thoughtful, pondering the possibilities.
After dishing out the Hot Pockets, she sat down and thought back to Sirius' questions about Xander. "Oh, no, Xander didn't kill me. I was killed during a battle, and he was fighting somewhere else. He wasn't really a bad person. I think he just got overwhelmed by the whole marriage ritual. But you're right, he should have told me beforehand."
Anya picked at her Hot Pocket, lost in thought for the moment. "When I first got my vengeance powers back, I tried to wish that he had tentacles instead of eyes, and that his intestines would be tied in knots. Oh, and I think there was something about searing hot pokers and his heart boiling in his chest." She shrugged. "I'd had a lot of time to think about it. When that didn't work, I tried to get other people to make a wish against him, but no one would do it. We sort of worked things out between us eventually, so it's probably just as well that no one made a wish."
She looked over at Sirius and smiled, deliberately bringing her thoughts back to the present. "You're probably lucky all Wolfram asked for was a quest. Insulting demons can be fatal, although I guess that couldn't happen in Hogwarts." She pushed her plate aside. "I don't think I like these Philly things. Do you want to try the pizza ones? To be honest, I thought pizza was supposed to be flat, but maybe that changed while I was dead. Did they have rolled up pizzas in Reno?" She looked at him curiously. "And how did you manage to end up in Reno with Jim Morrison?"
Sirius grinned at Anya. He would be more than willing to help her with that problem, of course, should she wish to solve it.
"Your fiancé sounds like a bit of a jerk, if you don't mind my saying so. Leaving a woman at the altar - that's just the coward's way out. If he didn't want to get married, he could've been a proper man and told you beforehand, you know? If you could punish him, what would you do?" Sirius, of course, could identify with the desire to punish someone who had wronged him. "It must be very frustrating to be able to punish those who've done other people wrong, but not the one person who wronged you." A terrible thought hit Sirius. "He didn't kill you, did he?"
He watched the Hot Pocket intently, trying to work out just how the light could possibly be cooking it. Charms and spells made so much more sense than some kind of strange force coming from a wall into a cord to turn on a light.
"Kitten-eating demons? There're a lot of cats here at Hogwarts who might not be thrilled to hear about that. As for trolls, it depends what type you're talking about. The mountain trolls are the worst. Wouldn't put it past one of those buggers to eat a human baby. Well, I'm glad you don't eat humans. Wouldn't want to be an appetiser for that Hot Pocket." He laughed and then added, "Anywa, so far, all the demons I've met here at Hogwarts seem to be pretty decent sorts."
Sirius returned Anya's curious look with a wide grin of his own. "I hadn't heard of board-game sex before Homsar either. Let's just say he opened my mind to a lot of strange and wonderful things. It's not like strip poker, though. It's far more transcendent than that. It's like a higher plane of sex. Different, but no less pleasurable." Homsar's brand of sex was something that couldn't really be put into words. One had to experience it to truly understand it.
Sirius took the Hot Pocket from Anya and blew on it, waiting for it to cool down slightly before he took a bite. Smiling, he nodded and said, "Yeah, it was Wolfram. Seems touchy all around, if you ask me. But overall, he's all right Anyway, a couple of days ago, a bloke with a dragon showed up - another demon, actually - and he said I could feed it...and thus complete the quest. Dunno what'll happen with Wolfram once that's done. To be honest, I really haven't got a clue what being his friend entails...but at least I'll have made amends for insulting him, you know?"
Sirius finally bit into the Hot Pocket. "Mmmmmmmmm.... Flaky and cheesy and processed. It's fantastic! How's yours?"
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After dishing out the Hot Pockets, she sat down and thought back to Sirius' questions about Xander. "Oh, no, Xander didn't kill me. I was killed during a battle, and he was fighting somewhere else. He wasn't really a bad person. I think he just got overwhelmed by the whole marriage ritual. But you're right, he should have told me beforehand."
Anya picked at her Hot Pocket, lost in thought for the moment. "When I first got my vengeance powers back, I tried to wish that he had tentacles instead of eyes, and that his intestines would be tied in knots. Oh, and I think there was something about searing hot pokers and his heart boiling in his chest." She shrugged. "I'd had a lot of time to think about it. When that didn't work, I tried to get other people to make a wish against him, but no one would do it. We sort of worked things out between us eventually, so it's probably just as well that no one made a wish."
She looked over at Sirius and smiled, deliberately bringing her thoughts back to the present. "You're probably lucky all Wolfram asked for was a quest. Insulting demons can be fatal, although I guess that couldn't happen in Hogwarts." She pushed her plate aside. "I don't think I like these Philly things. Do you want to try the pizza ones? To be honest, I thought pizza was supposed to be flat, but maybe that changed while I was dead. Did they have rolled up pizzas in Reno?" She looked at him curiously. "And how did you manage to end up in Reno with Jim Morrison?"
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