"Giles, we never get just a draft," I point out. Just our luck. Some people get drafts and gaps in the windows, we get malignant hauntings.
I nod, following Giles up the stairs, which is pointless because unless he's got eyes in his back, he can't see me, so I make an agreeing noise instead. "Ooh, maybe if we talk to Willow, and we can exterminate it, or whatever you do with ghosts, maybe we could get a discount on the house!"
Okay, so it's a far stretch, because what sane real estate agent would admit that the house they're showing is haunted, but still. It could work.
"Maybe the ghost ate him," I speculate, peering around the bedrooms on the third floor. "Like it ate the real estate agent. 'Cause isn't someone supposed to be here to prevent things like what we're doing right now?"
Her words make me pause for a moment before I resume my step. I’m not beyond working a little beyond the belt as they say. I’m sure whomever owns this house must know about it if it’s haunted. It’s not something one easily misses. Unless one is in serious denial, but even then. We *could* get an excellent discount on the house
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"Ghosts don't really eat people, Giles," I reply, halfheartedly rolling my eyes. "They're incorporeal. Now, there are other things that eat people, and I won't joke about them. I'm just gonna hope that there aren't any in this house. Just ghosts. Or a ghost! One!"
A shiver runs down my spine again and I rub my arms. It's not really scary, like it would've seemed to me several years ago. The First showing up as mom was scary. Cold ghostly drafts aren't scary. Just annoying.
"Maybe we should go find Xander," I suggest, running my hand over the wall. There's a weird vibe here, a surge of energy or something. And I know energy. I mean, I was energy - am? I dunno. Maybe our energies commune or something. God, how weird is that?
“I’m well aware that ghost don’t eat people, Dawn,” I told her primly. “I knew that long before…most of you.” I was going to say ‘before you were born’ or some such. But the fact is that she wasn’t ever really born. Strange how such every day sayings can actually put things in perspective suddenly
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"Yeah, well, you were all freaking out about it." I hook my fingers in my back pockets and follow Giles.
"Maybe we should channel it," I suggest, eyeing the bookcase. "Figure out its name and stuff. Maybe it's a nice ghost. Like Cordelia's." I turn around slowly in a half-circle, looking upwards. "Ghost! Are you nice?" I'm sure I'll get some sort of response. I hope it's a positive one. I don't really want a bookcase on the head.
I finger the cell phone in my back pocket. We could call her now, but I don't know what she's up to or where she is. Maybe we shouldn't bother her right now. I dunno.
I think I must’ve jumped quite high when she suddenly started to yell up in the air. “Dawn,” I hissed. “Please do not antagonize the ghost before we actually know what it is.” Or whom, or when or whatever. And dear lord, if there was ever any proof that I’ve spend far to much time in the presence of Californian teenagers it was the fact that I just thought ‘whatever
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I roll my eyes as Giles tells me to 'come along'. God, I'm not twelve. I pull the cellphone out of my back pocket and hold it up for Giles to see. "Buffy gave me one back in Sunnydale, remember?" I remember Buffy's words when she gave it to me. 'It's a weapon.' Yeah, sometimes.
"We could call Willow now, while we go find Xander," I suggest, and shrug. Or Giles can pretend that he's still in the nineteenth century where they transmitted information by horse and messenger.
"Although I don't know that we're gonna need her, Giles, this ghost looks like it'll get along with you really well," I point out, glancing at the chairs in front of the fireplace. It seems like the ghost likes to curl up in front of a fire and read? Doesn't sound too bad to me. "It adds character to a house, don't you think? Your own personal live-in ghost."
Oh. Look at that, Dawn has one of those…things. I recall Buffy and Willow wanting me to have one as well, but really. Those buttons are to tiny and they make no sense. I only ended up killing the thing. There is nothing wrong with a normal, good old fashioned phone. Only now it may come in very useful.
“You can call her, I’d feel much better if I actually knew who or what about this ghost. Don’t let a momentarily act of kindness lure you into a false sense of security, Dawn,” I warned her, realizing that the tone of my voice was getting close to lecturing. “I’d rather have a character added to the house of whom I’m certain will not suck us all into some interdimentional portal at night when we let our guard down.”
Trotting back down the stairs, I keep glancing around for Xander. The boy really is no where to be found. That’s…rather worrying. “I doubt Willow would mind if we called her, she’s probably bored out of her mind at the hotel.”
I could think of a few things that Willow could've gotten up to back at the hotel to keep from being bored out of her mind, especially with Kennedy there. But we won't go there, because one, awkward, and two, ew.
I flip open the phone and search through the phonebook until I've found the number of the hotel. Yay for thinking ahead and programming the number in there in advance. But I don't call Willow yet, instead, I look around for Xander. Not inside, I don't thihk.
"Ghosts can't open interdimensional portals, Giles, you know that." I roll my eyes. He's being so cautious and British. "Unless it's not a ghost but a similar, incorporeal presence which has other powers. There are things that are like ghosts, but aren't really ghosts, aren't there?"
Walking through the rest of the house, I take it all in while looking for Xander. And now that I’ve opened myself up to the magic, so to speak, I can feel it seeping out from the walls. Not much, nothing dangerous, but it’s there nevertheless. Something we’ll need to investigate. This house, it would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for that little thing wrong. Or not so little.
And still no sight of Xander.
“Portal?” Raising my eyebrow, I pull off my glasses and look at her worried. “Dawn, ghosts are very much capable of doing so. Especially if they were already magically inclined in advance.” Chewing on the leg of my glasses I glance around quickly and then back toward Dawn’s mobile phone…thing. “Uh…perhaps it would be best if I you called Willow now.” This house feels like home for some odd reason. And the sooner we know more about what happened here and what’s roaming around, the sooner we may or may not buy it.
I nod, following Giles up the stairs, which is pointless because unless he's got eyes in his back, he can't see me, so I make an agreeing noise instead. "Ooh, maybe if we talk to Willow, and we can exterminate it, or whatever you do with ghosts, maybe we could get a discount on the house!"
Okay, so it's a far stretch, because what sane real estate agent would admit that the house they're showing is haunted, but still. It could work.
"Maybe the ghost ate him," I speculate, peering around the bedrooms on the third floor. "Like it ate the real estate agent. 'Cause isn't someone supposed to be here to prevent things like what we're doing right now?"
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A shiver runs down my spine again and I rub my arms. It's not really scary, like it would've seemed to me several years ago. The First showing up as mom was scary. Cold ghostly drafts aren't scary. Just annoying.
"Maybe we should go find Xander," I suggest, running my hand over the wall. There's a weird vibe here, a surge of energy or something. And I know energy. I mean, I was energy - am? I dunno. Maybe our energies commune or something. God, how weird is that?
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"Maybe we should channel it," I suggest, eyeing the bookcase. "Figure out its name and stuff. Maybe it's a nice ghost. Like Cordelia's." I turn around slowly in a half-circle, looking upwards. "Ghost! Are you nice?" I'm sure I'll get some sort of response. I hope it's a positive one. I don't really want a bookcase on the head.
I finger the cell phone in my back pocket. We could call her now, but I don't know what she's up to or where she is. Maybe we shouldn't bother her right now. I dunno.
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"We could call Willow now, while we go find Xander," I suggest, and shrug. Or Giles can pretend that he's still in the nineteenth century where they transmitted information by horse and messenger.
"Although I don't know that we're gonna need her, Giles, this ghost looks like it'll get along with you really well," I point out, glancing at the chairs in front of the fireplace. It seems like the ghost likes to curl up in front of a fire and read? Doesn't sound too bad to me. "It adds character to a house, don't you think? Your own personal live-in ghost."
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“You can call her, I’d feel much better if I actually knew who or what about this ghost. Don’t let a momentarily act of kindness lure you into a false sense of security, Dawn,” I warned her, realizing that the tone of my voice was getting close to lecturing. “I’d rather have a character added to the house of whom I’m certain will not suck us all into some interdimentional portal at night when we let our guard down.”
Trotting back down the stairs, I keep glancing around for Xander. The boy really is no where to be found. That’s…rather worrying. “I doubt Willow would mind if we called her, she’s probably
bored out of her mind at the hotel.”
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I flip open the phone and search through the phonebook until I've found the number of the hotel. Yay for thinking ahead and programming the number in there in advance. But I don't call Willow yet, instead, I look around for Xander. Not inside, I don't thihk.
"Ghosts can't open interdimensional portals, Giles, you know that." I roll my eyes. He's being so cautious and British. "Unless it's not a ghost but a similar, incorporeal presence which has other powers. There are things that are like ghosts, but aren't really ghosts, aren't there?"
Hm, maybe I should call Willow like, right now.
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And still no sight of Xander.
“Portal?” Raising my eyebrow, I pull off my glasses and look at her worried. “Dawn, ghosts are very much capable of doing so. Especially if they were already magically inclined in advance.” Chewing on the leg of my glasses I glance around quickly and then back toward Dawn’s mobile phone…thing. “Uh…perhaps it would be best if I you called Willow now.” This house feels like home for some odd reason. And the sooner we know more about what happened here and what’s roaming around, the sooner we may or may not buy it.
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