Little Green Riding Snake
The songs Oz is playing are "The Bitch Song" by Bowling for Soup and "She" by Greenday.
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Oz was strolling leisurely through the Council when he saw Daisy looking pinched. There was a woman standing in front of the receptionist desk. The woman was short with dark hair and a stance that instantly put him to mind of Cordelia.
Oz decided to see if their receptionist needed help. "Daisy?"
"Is Draco here?"
"No idea," Oz replied.
Pansy narrowed her eyes. "Well how about you find someone who does have an idea? I won't wait much longer."
Daisy was looking ready to breathe fire.
"Why don't we go check his rooms?" Oz offered.
He studied her. She'd be his height if she didn't have heels on. Oz slung his guitar on his back and started walking.
Pansy crossed her arms and her eyebrow rose. "And exactly who are you?"
"I'm Oz," he replied.
He didn't turn around to see if she was following. Oz just headed to Draco's rooms. This had to be his friend Pansy.
Her eyes widened when he just left her there without even offering his arm to her. He just expected her to follow like some sort of house-trained pet.
That didn't mean she didn't do exactly that, but she wanted to talk with Draco and it wasn't like he was bound to show up anytime soon since no one knew where he was.
She may have been short but her strides were long and she caught up to whatever the man's name was. "Do you have any semblance of manners?"
"Sure," Oz replied.
He wanted to smile, but he just kept a blank look on his face. For some reason her being irritated with him comforted Oz. She really reminded him of Cordy, so he sort of liked being around her already.
"Then why the bloody hell aren't you using them, you uncouth barbarian?" she snapped.
Oz stopped and grinned at her. Then he started walking again.
"Maybe you have to earn it."
She paused all of two seconds before rushing to catch up to him again. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're being kind of bitchy. Maybe if you'd be nice, I'd hold your hand or something."
He let that absorb before he continued.
"People don't like rude people. Draco has a job. Maybe you should floo first instead of just dropping in. Then he could be waiting for you."
She stared straight ahead and let a small smirk play on her lips as two girls gave her plenty of room as they passed. "I don't do nice and I most definitely don't hold hands. I don't care if I'm rude and I am fully aware that Draco has a job. I don't floo because the ash ruins my clothes and he knows that, as do all my friends who are more than happy for me to drop in because there is no need to announce ourselves. Any more commentary you'd like to add?"
"Why are you so cranky?"
Very Cordelia. Yep. He would have to make friends here. It would be like having a piece of home.
"Scratch that. How do you feel about tact?"
Pansy smirked. "Oh this isn't me cranky. If I were cranky there would be scorch marks on the walls and body parts littered around you. This is me being slightly irritated."
Oz chuckled. It probably would not go over well that she amused him, but he couldn't help it. She so did.
He showed her to the rooms she remembered from being at the Council last. Pansy really should have paid more attention to how they arrived. She would make Blaise or Draco show her the routes soon. When Draco wasn't inside, Pansy put her hands on her hips and huffed. He was so getting hexed.
"Where in this god forsaken building is he?"
"My guess would be the library if Luna's here. He's also fond of the cemetery. If he's with Pevensie, they could be in the training room."
Pansy sighed. "I'm certainly not going to watch as he fumbles over himself with Lovegood or go back in that sweaty room. I'm not one for cemeteries." She walked over to the kitchen and looked at his liquor selection. There was a bottle of half-decent wine in the back. It would do. She pulled out her wand and summoned a clean wine glass from the cupboard and poured herself a drink.
Oz raised a brow at her. "You must want to see him real bad."
She was lazy. Or un-motivated. Probably only about certain things.
Oz sat down on the sofa and started tuning his guitar. This seemed like as good a place as any to do what he'd been planning. He knew Draco wouldn't mind him being in here.
Pansy slowly turned to look at him. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Tuning Gretchen. That all right with you?"
Oz went back to it.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I do not like music," she said slowly.
"I didn't ask," Oz replied and continued tuning until he had what he wanted.
He strummed a bit then started playing a song. His version was more slow and obviously acoustic, but he felt it applied.
"Is it okay if I speak to you today. You’ve been pissed off for a week now but, nothing I can say could make you look up. Or crack up. Is there anything that I can do. Anything to show you... you’re a bitch but, I love you anyway. Oh Oh you can’t sing but, you still put me to sleep. Baby, you’re a bitch. Hey Hey Hey Hey. You make me sick but, don’t ever go away..."
Oz trailed off playing at the look on her face.
"Did Draco put you up to this?" she asked in a low tone. Blaise knew she was still infuriated with him and wouldn't dare do anything that might piss her off.
"Nobody puts me up to anything," Oz said. "Never have. I'm curious, though? What would Draco be putting me up to?"
She took another long drink. "Play a song that so obviously was meant for me lyrically, that's what."
"I know a lot of songs," Oz said. "That one seemed to fit."
He started again.
"She... She screams in silence. A sullen riot penetrating through her mind. Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self-control. Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you. Are you feeling like a social tool without a use. Scream at me until my ears bleed. I'm taking heed just for you. She... She's figured out. All her doubts were someone else's point of view. Wa-king up this time to smash the silence with the brick of self-control..."
Oz looked up again, trying to gauge her reaction.
"I don't require an audience to entertain me," she said sharply. "I'm more than capable of waiting for Draco on my own, in silence."
"Now see that's not entirely true. You do like to be entertained. And what sort of a gentleman would I be if I left you all alone up here?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Since I've already established you are not a gentleman, there is no need for you to stay."
"I'm sure you've heard this before being friends with Draco, but I have manners. I just choose when to use them. Honestly? You don't inspire my manners."
In fact, his wolf was clawing at his insides when she spoke. He also had urges to growl at her.
"Likewise," Pansy replied, finishing her drink. "But unlike Draco, you do not understand how severe my mood truly is and will not leave me alone."
"I've probably experienced worse," Ox replied, thinking of Cordy with a smile on his face.
Cordelia Chase had been the perfect training for this. Also, the warlock friend of his from Romania wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with.
Pansy was weighing the good and bad things that might come of her staying in the room with a person who was doing everything he could to piss her off. "You are one of the most irritating creatures I've ever been in the presence of and you are going to take me back to the front so I can leave."
"Oh I am, am I?" Oz said with a grin before leaning back down to his guitar and strumming.
She clenched her jaw. This would have to be an occasion that she would have to walk around the building again. Last time she did that, she ran into Theo. Perhaps he would be a bit more of a gentleman than the thing before her. "Fine. Stay here and play your little music."
As she stalked out of the room, Oz swung his guitar on his back and silently followed her. With her attitude, there was a distinct possibility of her getting accosted by a slayer, and Draco would be pissed if that happened.
She heard him walking behind her but was going to ignore him. At this point she would be happy to find Theo or Draco and have the homeless look-a-like gone from her presence. "Trailing me like a puppy, are you?"
Normally he wasn't so playful, but Oz had been fighting the urge to give her a growl the whole time he'd been in her presence. He did this now, but made sure he was grinning so that she wouldn't take it as a threat.
Pansy spun around quickly at the growl with her eyes widened, the conversation she had with Draco about him trying to set her up with the only single bloke he knew being a werewolf coming back to her. She looked him up and down, taking in the holes in the clothes and bare feet, along with his scraggly face. Pansy huffed and spun around, walking away even faster. "A werewolf, of all people!"
"You're not afraid, are you?" Oz said, grinning. "Because you strike me as a woman who isn't afraid of anything."
Normally he wasn't so aggressive, but she did remind him of home in a way, and Oz wanted that feeling. He had not been able to go back in time with Willow. Oh sure, they were friends, and he loved her, but it would never be as it was.
It was why he talked to Buffy the most of anyone here. She reminded him of home. As changed as Buffy was, she was still Buffy.
"Of course I'm not," she said quickly. "I know a spell to turn blood into silver for this very occasion. It's you that I'm irritated about."
"Why?" he asked.
This should be good. Cordelia had often told him what irritated her about him.
Pansy stopped in her tracks and spun around so fast her hair whipped into her face. "Because Draco had in mind to set me up with you and he knew I would find spending one moment of time with you extremely taxing. You're not clean-shaved, your clothes are in tatters, you're not wearing any shoes and you have no manners!"
Oz threw back his head an laughed. This was great.
"Draco... wanted... to..." He cut himself off by busting into hysterical laughter again.
The very idea of him going on a date with someone like her was extremely comical.
"You had better be laughing at the outrageous fact that we would be compatible instead of laughing at me," she threatened.
"You... and me...." Oz laughed loudly again. "You are so not... no offense, but yeah... no. Emphatic no."
He'd probably lose his temper often with her. She definitely irritated him with her superior attitude.
"I'm glad we finally agree on something," Pansy snapped before stomping off again.
"Someone needs to lighten up a little," Oz muttered, grinning.
"Someone needs to either take me to the infirmary or lead me to the exit."
"What if I decide not to do what you want? Surely you haven't had your way all the time. I know it's a radical concept, you not getting what you want when you want it, but let's try it, okay?"
Pansy refused to keep stopping her strides. "Those close to me learned early that if I do not get my way, others lose body parts and I eventually get what I want."
"Well, then we have a problem because I'm not used to giving into people just because they throw spoiled princess tantrums."
Oz had not idea what had come over him. She was paying for his knowing Cordy.
"There will be no problem since I refuse to stay in your miserable presence any longer."
"Well, you can't apparate out, and I don't see you as a runner, so you'll have to suffer a bit longer."
Normally he'd let it go. Normally Oz was not flappable. Something about her flapped him, though. Maybe it was the echoes of Cordelia Chase he was hearing.
Pansy passed a hall she was sure she'd passed already so she stopped, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "If I have to suffer, you shall suffer right along with me."
"I really don't," Oz stated calmly. "I could just let you wander around. I'm not suffering."
"Then damn well let me wander. It'd be better than your nagging voice!" Pansy said loudly, promptly some slayers to do a one-eighty and walk away from them.
"You sure?" he asked.
Yes, he knew she wasn't Cordelia, but the similarities were startling. Cordy had never liked being left alone. She got bored.
"Considering killing werewolves is a criminal offense now, yes."
"You aren't a killer," Oz said before turning and leaving her there.
Well that was just irritating, leaving after making a statement about her when he had no insight to her personality or capabilities. "Excuse me, but how dare you make such an assumption?"
"You find it offensive that I don't see you as a killer? Interesting. I sense you'd find it messy and distasteful in most cases."
He didn't look as her as he headed towards him room.
"I find it offensive that you would voice something regarding my person when you met me mere moments ago!" As loathe as she was to admit it, wandering the halls alone didn't seem like a good choice for her afternoon, so she stomped after him. "And of course I find killing messy and distasteful unless someone has angered me and I can pay someone else to take care of it for me."
"I knew someone a lot like you once. You really remind me of her. She found killing distasteful, and she had others do her dirty work too. Until something happened to her."
He entered his room and left the door open to see if she'd follow.
Pansy's eyes widened. "Are you threatening me?"
"When I threaten people, I tend to be hairier. No, I'm not. I'm stating a fact. This woman was the self-proclaimed nastiest bitch to ever walk the halls of Sunnydale High School, and she changed due to a traumatic event."
"Unless you are offering the traumatic event, I believe I will remain unchanged, and happily so."
"No, I wouldn't wish what happened to Cordy in the end on anyone. Maybe you'll change because of something else."
Pansy crossed her arms. "I do not want to change, and I resent the implication that after knowing me for such a short time you would wish I would."
"Not the core of you. You remind me of home. I'm just of the belief that there's more to you than what I've seen today. If not, then prove me wrong."
She stood on the threshold of his rooms, her body tense. "I have no desire to prove anything to you. Why should I be the one to change?"
"I didn't say change yourself. I meant change towards the people here, but hey, what do I know? I'm just friends with Draco too."
He snatched a book off his shelf and flopped sideways onto his bed.
"I've been friends with Draco longer, and he accepts me as I am, as do the others here. I refuse to bend over to cater to your whims. So I say thank you for leading me around, even though it wasn't productive, and I pray you stay out of my way the next time I visit."
"I'm just saying you could be a little less scornful. You took one look at me and decided who I am. You decided I wasn't worth your time, and I get the feeling you decide that often about people."
Her eyebrow rose and she turned on her heel to leave. "It's because it is often true."
"Not here," he said. "End of the hall and left will get you to the stairs."
She turned her head to glare at him before stalking off, not bothering to say thank you. In her mind, he didn't deserve it just then.
Oz chuckled. She was so Cordy - right down to the designer shoes she'd been stomping all over in.
*~*~*
Oz was strolling leisurely through the Council when he saw Daisy looking pinched. There was a woman standing in front of the receptionist desk. The woman was short with dark hair and a stance that instantly put him to mind of Cordelia.
Oz decided to see if their receptionist needed help. "Daisy?"
"Is Draco here?"
"No idea," Oz replied.
Pansy narrowed her eyes. "Well how about you find someone who does have an idea? I won't wait much longer."
Daisy was looking ready to breathe fire.
"Why don't we go check his rooms?" Oz offered.
He studied her. She'd be his height if she didn't have heels on. Oz slung his guitar on his back and started walking.
Pansy crossed her arms and her eyebrow rose. "And exactly who are you?"
"I'm Oz," he replied.
He didn't turn around to see if she was following. Oz just headed to Draco's rooms. This had to be his friend Pansy.
Her eyes widened when he just left her there without even offering his arm to her. He just expected her to follow like some sort of house-trained pet.
That didn't mean she didn't do exactly that, but she wanted to talk with Draco and it wasn't like he was bound to show up anytime soon since no one knew where he was.
She may have been short but her strides were long and she caught up to whatever the man's name was. "Do you have any semblance of manners?"
"Sure," Oz replied.
He wanted to smile, but he just kept a blank look on his face. For some reason her being irritated with him comforted Oz. She really reminded him of Cordy, so he sort of liked being around her already.
"Then why the bloody hell aren't you using them, you uncouth barbarian?" she snapped.
Oz stopped and grinned at her. Then he started walking again.
"Maybe you have to earn it."
She paused all of two seconds before rushing to catch up to him again. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're being kind of bitchy. Maybe if you'd be nice, I'd hold your hand or something."
He let that absorb before he continued.
"People don't like rude people. Draco has a job. Maybe you should floo first instead of just dropping in. Then he could be waiting for you."
She stared straight ahead and let a small smirk play on her lips as two girls gave her plenty of room as they passed. "I don't do nice and I most definitely don't hold hands. I don't care if I'm rude and I am fully aware that Draco has a job. I don't floo because the ash ruins my clothes and he knows that, as do all my friends who are more than happy for me to drop in because there is no need to announce ourselves. Any more commentary you'd like to add?"
"Why are you so cranky?"
Very Cordelia. Yep. He would have to make friends here. It would be like having a piece of home.
"Scratch that. How do you feel about tact?"
Pansy smirked. "Oh this isn't me cranky. If I were cranky there would be scorch marks on the walls and body parts littered around you. This is me being slightly irritated."
Oz chuckled. It probably would not go over well that she amused him, but he couldn't help it. She so did.
He showed her to the rooms she remembered from being at the Council last. Pansy really should have paid more attention to how they arrived. She would make Blaise or Draco show her the routes soon. When Draco wasn't inside, Pansy put her hands on her hips and huffed. He was so getting hexed.
"Where in this god forsaken building is he?"
"My guess would be the library if Luna's here. He's also fond of the cemetery. If he's with Pevensie, they could be in the training room."
Pansy sighed. "I'm certainly not going to watch as he fumbles over himself with Lovegood or go back in that sweaty room. I'm not one for cemeteries." She walked over to the kitchen and looked at his liquor selection. There was a bottle of half-decent wine in the back. It would do. She pulled out her wand and summoned a clean wine glass from the cupboard and poured herself a drink.
Oz raised a brow at her. "You must want to see him real bad."
She was lazy. Or un-motivated. Probably only about certain things.
Oz sat down on the sofa and started tuning his guitar. This seemed like as good a place as any to do what he'd been planning. He knew Draco wouldn't mind him being in here.
Pansy slowly turned to look at him. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Tuning Gretchen. That all right with you?"
Oz went back to it.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I do not like music," she said slowly.
"I didn't ask," Oz replied and continued tuning until he had what he wanted.
He strummed a bit then started playing a song. His version was more slow and obviously acoustic, but he felt it applied.
"Is it okay if I speak to you today. You’ve been pissed off for a week now but, nothing I can say could make you look up. Or crack up. Is there anything that I can do. Anything to show you... you’re a bitch but, I love you anyway. Oh Oh you can’t sing but, you still put me to sleep. Baby, you’re a bitch. Hey Hey Hey Hey. You make me sick but, don’t ever go away..."
Oz trailed off playing at the look on her face.
"Did Draco put you up to this?" she asked in a low tone. Blaise knew she was still infuriated with him and wouldn't dare do anything that might piss her off.
"Nobody puts me up to anything," Oz said. "Never have. I'm curious, though? What would Draco be putting me up to?"
She took another long drink. "Play a song that so obviously was meant for me lyrically, that's what."
"I know a lot of songs," Oz said. "That one seemed to fit."
He started again.
"She... She screams in silence. A sullen riot penetrating through her mind. Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self-control. Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you. Are you feeling like a social tool without a use. Scream at me until my ears bleed. I'm taking heed just for you. She... She's figured out. All her doubts were someone else's point of view. Wa-king up this time to smash the silence with the brick of self-control..."
Oz looked up again, trying to gauge her reaction.
"I don't require an audience to entertain me," she said sharply. "I'm more than capable of waiting for Draco on my own, in silence."
"Now see that's not entirely true. You do like to be entertained. And what sort of a gentleman would I be if I left you all alone up here?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Since I've already established you are not a gentleman, there is no need for you to stay."
"I'm sure you've heard this before being friends with Draco, but I have manners. I just choose when to use them. Honestly? You don't inspire my manners."
In fact, his wolf was clawing at his insides when she spoke. He also had urges to growl at her.
"Likewise," Pansy replied, finishing her drink. "But unlike Draco, you do not understand how severe my mood truly is and will not leave me alone."
"I've probably experienced worse," Ox replied, thinking of Cordy with a smile on his face.
Cordelia Chase had been the perfect training for this. Also, the warlock friend of his from Romania wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with.
Pansy was weighing the good and bad things that might come of her staying in the room with a person who was doing everything he could to piss her off. "You are one of the most irritating creatures I've ever been in the presence of and you are going to take me back to the front so I can leave."
"Oh I am, am I?" Oz said with a grin before leaning back down to his guitar and strumming.
She clenched her jaw. This would have to be an occasion that she would have to walk around the building again. Last time she did that, she ran into Theo. Perhaps he would be a bit more of a gentleman than the thing before her. "Fine. Stay here and play your little music."
As she stalked out of the room, Oz swung his guitar on his back and silently followed her. With her attitude, there was a distinct possibility of her getting accosted by a slayer, and Draco would be pissed if that happened.
She heard him walking behind her but was going to ignore him. At this point she would be happy to find Theo or Draco and have the homeless look-a-like gone from her presence. "Trailing me like a puppy, are you?"
Normally he wasn't so playful, but Oz had been fighting the urge to give her a growl the whole time he'd been in her presence. He did this now, but made sure he was grinning so that she wouldn't take it as a threat.
Pansy spun around quickly at the growl with her eyes widened, the conversation she had with Draco about him trying to set her up with the only single bloke he knew being a werewolf coming back to her. She looked him up and down, taking in the holes in the clothes and bare feet, along with his scraggly face. Pansy huffed and spun around, walking away even faster. "A werewolf, of all people!"
"You're not afraid, are you?" Oz said, grinning. "Because you strike me as a woman who isn't afraid of anything."
Normally he wasn't so aggressive, but she did remind him of home in a way, and Oz wanted that feeling. He had not been able to go back in time with Willow. Oh sure, they were friends, and he loved her, but it would never be as it was.
It was why he talked to Buffy the most of anyone here. She reminded him of home. As changed as Buffy was, she was still Buffy.
"Of course I'm not," she said quickly. "I know a spell to turn blood into silver for this very occasion. It's you that I'm irritated about."
"Why?" he asked.
This should be good. Cordelia had often told him what irritated her about him.
Pansy stopped in her tracks and spun around so fast her hair whipped into her face. "Because Draco had in mind to set me up with you and he knew I would find spending one moment of time with you extremely taxing. You're not clean-shaved, your clothes are in tatters, you're not wearing any shoes and you have no manners!"
Oz threw back his head an laughed. This was great.
"Draco... wanted... to..." He cut himself off by busting into hysterical laughter again.
The very idea of him going on a date with someone like her was extremely comical.
"You had better be laughing at the outrageous fact that we would be compatible instead of laughing at me," she threatened.
"You... and me...." Oz laughed loudly again. "You are so not... no offense, but yeah... no. Emphatic no."
He'd probably lose his temper often with her. She definitely irritated him with her superior attitude.
"I'm glad we finally agree on something," Pansy snapped before stomping off again.
"Someone needs to lighten up a little," Oz muttered, grinning.
"Someone needs to either take me to the infirmary or lead me to the exit."
"What if I decide not to do what you want? Surely you haven't had your way all the time. I know it's a radical concept, you not getting what you want when you want it, but let's try it, okay?"
Pansy refused to keep stopping her strides. "Those close to me learned early that if I do not get my way, others lose body parts and I eventually get what I want."
"Well, then we have a problem because I'm not used to giving into people just because they throw spoiled princess tantrums."
Oz had not idea what had come over him. She was paying for his knowing Cordy.
"There will be no problem since I refuse to stay in your miserable presence any longer."
"Well, you can't apparate out, and I don't see you as a runner, so you'll have to suffer a bit longer."
Normally he'd let it go. Normally Oz was not flappable. Something about her flapped him, though. Maybe it was the echoes of Cordelia Chase he was hearing.
Pansy passed a hall she was sure she'd passed already so she stopped, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "If I have to suffer, you shall suffer right along with me."
"I really don't," Oz stated calmly. "I could just let you wander around. I'm not suffering."
"Then damn well let me wander. It'd be better than your nagging voice!" Pansy said loudly, promptly some slayers to do a one-eighty and walk away from them.
"You sure?" he asked.
Yes, he knew she wasn't Cordelia, but the similarities were startling. Cordy had never liked being left alone. She got bored.
"Considering killing werewolves is a criminal offense now, yes."
"You aren't a killer," Oz said before turning and leaving her there.
Well that was just irritating, leaving after making a statement about her when he had no insight to her personality or capabilities. "Excuse me, but how dare you make such an assumption?"
"You find it offensive that I don't see you as a killer? Interesting. I sense you'd find it messy and distasteful in most cases."
He didn't look as her as he headed towards him room.
"I find it offensive that you would voice something regarding my person when you met me mere moments ago!" As loathe as she was to admit it, wandering the halls alone didn't seem like a good choice for her afternoon, so she stomped after him. "And of course I find killing messy and distasteful unless someone has angered me and I can pay someone else to take care of it for me."
"I knew someone a lot like you once. You really remind me of her. She found killing distasteful, and she had others do her dirty work too. Until something happened to her."
He entered his room and left the door open to see if she'd follow.
Pansy's eyes widened. "Are you threatening me?"
"When I threaten people, I tend to be hairier. No, I'm not. I'm stating a fact. This woman was the self-proclaimed nastiest bitch to ever walk the halls of Sunnydale High School, and she changed due to a traumatic event."
"Unless you are offering the traumatic event, I believe I will remain unchanged, and happily so."
"No, I wouldn't wish what happened to Cordy in the end on anyone. Maybe you'll change because of something else."
Pansy crossed her arms. "I do not want to change, and I resent the implication that after knowing me for such a short time you would wish I would."
"Not the core of you. You remind me of home. I'm just of the belief that there's more to you than what I've seen today. If not, then prove me wrong."
She stood on the threshold of his rooms, her body tense. "I have no desire to prove anything to you. Why should I be the one to change?"
"I didn't say change yourself. I meant change towards the people here, but hey, what do I know? I'm just friends with Draco too."
He snatched a book off his shelf and flopped sideways onto his bed.
"I've been friends with Draco longer, and he accepts me as I am, as do the others here. I refuse to bend over to cater to your whims. So I say thank you for leading me around, even though it wasn't productive, and I pray you stay out of my way the next time I visit."
"I'm just saying you could be a little less scornful. You took one look at me and decided who I am. You decided I wasn't worth your time, and I get the feeling you decide that often about people."
Her eyebrow rose and she turned on her heel to leave. "It's because it is often true."
"Not here," he said. "End of the hall and left will get you to the stairs."
She turned her head to glare at him before stalking off, not bothering to say thank you. In her mind, he didn't deserve it just then.
Oz chuckled. She was so Cordy - right down to the designer shoes she'd been stomping all over in.