Aug 2 - No Magic For You
Title: No Magic For You
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss and JK Rowling. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: A chance meeting between two magic users at the zoo.
Word Count: 460
Note: Apologies for the short entry and rough formatting - trying to get this in before the battery on my laptop dies! (Fixing the formatting from my phone.)
Charlie sighed.
His trip to Boca del Infierno was turning out to be a bust. Now that the wizarding world was settling down, he’d finally had a chance to come to a place he’d been curious about since he’d first heard of it in school. He’d expected it to be amazing.
Sadly, reality was not living up to expectation. Despite its reputation as a magical hotspot, the California Hellmouth had very little in the way of magical fauna that he’d seen.
Even its zoo was a disappointment. He’d covered the entire thing the old-fashioned way, looking around, hoping for an area you simply had to be able to see to know about. No luck. He’d surreptitiously worked his wand out of its concealed holster in the hope that a revelio might find something, anything, that would make the long trip worthwhile.
He was startled when his wand abruptly flew from his hand.
The sharp eyes and quick reflexes that had made him an excellent seeker in his quidditch days let him follow it to a girl whose hair could match his own easily.
She, for her part, was keeping a wary eye on him, but seemed quite fascinated by the wand.
Bugger.
For a split second, he worried he was going to have to explain himself to the California Ministry for breaching the Statute of Secrecy. Then he realized that anyone who could disarm him clearly couldn’t be a Muggle - not to mention, the non-magical residents of Sunnydale seemed remarkably skilled at ignoring what was right in front of their faces.
He approached the girl with caution. Just because she looked harmless didn’t mean she was. And if she went on the attack, all he had to defend himself was natural ability.
“I’m sorry, could I have that back please?” he asked pleasantly.
She frowned.
“This is magic. You have a magic wand?”
It might have sounded funny had her tone not been doing a complex dance between curiosity, disbelief, amusement, and indignation.
“Yes,” he replied, more confused than ever.
“Don’t you?”
He’d assumed hers was hidden in an arm sheath as his had been.
She shook her head.
Bloody hell. He’d been disarmed by a witch using nothing more than her own inborn ability?
“You were going to do magic with this,” she said slowly. “That’s nifty. I mean, it would be, except that you probably shouldn’t do it here. Magic and the zoo are what Buffy would call ‘non-mixy things’.”
“You did magic,” Charlie pointed out evenly.
“Yes, but only a little spell,” the girl told him.
Charlie blinked. Disarming someone fifty feet away non-verbally without a wand was not a ‘little’ spell by any definition he knew.
“Any chance I could get my wand back?” he tried again.