Cordelia and Angel entered a shop called The Magic Bullet: "The One Stop Shop for All Your Occult Needs."
"Um, hi," Cordy said as she entered the shop.
A short, fat, little, old man stood behind the counter with a bored look on his face.
'I guess after working 40 years in a bookshop the thrill goes away,' Cordelia thought to herself.
"We're looking for some Divination materials," Angel told the owner.
"Yeah, tarot cards, crystal balls, tea leaves, palm reading that type of thing," Cordelia continued since the shopkeeper had yet to respond.
"Of course; crystal balls are by the window, tarot cards are over there," he said pointing at a round table near the front of the store, "tea leaves are here at the counter and books are on the shelf in the back," he answered in a monotone voice.
'Major wiggins,' Cordelia thought.
"Thanks," she said.
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A little while later after they gathered all their supplies, they went up to the counter to pay.
"Thank you please come again," the owner replied as they left the shop.
After they were far out of sight the owner suddenly dropped forward, slamming down onto the counter and groaned as though he was in tremendous pain. A cloaked figure walked out of the shadows from his hiding place in the back of the shop.
His face was covered and all that could be seen were his hands which were blood red. It was evident he is not human and also that he must have been controlling the shopkeeper while Angel and Cordelia were in the store. He saidsomething in Latin and made a motion with his hand causing the sign on the door to turn from open to closed and locking the door.
"Please stop," the shopkeeper groaned.
"Don't whine. You should be honored. You're about to make history; you will be the first," the cloaked figure responded as he grabbed the old man by the back of his collar.
"Please, no stop," he moaned as he was dragged into the back room of the shop.
There was a fire glowing brightly in the fire place there. The cloaked figure grabbed the brand he had placed there earlier out of the fire. The picture on the brand was indiscernible.
The shopkeeper tried to call for help, "No, please. Don't please stop. Someone help,"
"Silence," the cloaked figure replied in a strong powerful voice. His words quickly muffled the old mans cries. Then he ripped open the old man's shirt and placed the brand on his chest. The old man's face was contorted in a silent scream of agony. The cloaked figure chuckled and then as though it was nothing broke the old man's neck.
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Buffy and Spike were in the bookshop looking around.
"So how are we supposed to know which books to get? This place has an awful lot," Spike asked, sounding bored.
"A bookshop that has lots of books, who would have thought," Buffy replied sarcastically.
"You better be nice to me slayer or..."
"Or what you'll bite me," she laughed and Spike just shook his head, "Dumbledore gave me a list of books we'll need. Okay, Defense Against the Dark Arts for Beginners."
"Got it," Spike said as he grabbed a book off the shelf and tossed it into the basket Buffy was carrying.
"A Light in the Dark: How to Protect Yourself Against the Dark Arts."
"Check," he said handing her another book, "hey what’s this The Slayer Handbook."
"There's a handbook? How come I didn't get a handbook? Giles how come I didn't get a handbook," she said turning to her watcher who seemed engrossed in a book.
He looked up, "Hmm, well after meeting you I felt the handbook would be of no use in your case."
"My case what's my case," she asked angrily.
"Love, if you really want it why don't you just buy it," Spike chimeed in as Giles walked to the back of the shop to look through more of the merchandise.
"No thanks, it’s like a gazillion pages long. Leave to a watcher to write the only book know to man that's actually larger then the dictionary." Spike smiled.
"So how are we supposed to teach this class? I've done a few spells and I can fight but I've never done both."
"Me neither. Maybe they have defense Against the Dark Arts for Dummies."
"Yeah or perhaps a nice how to video."
"Spike."
"Yeah love."
"Do you have a cousin or long lost relative of some kind, possibly a stalker or fan base of some type?"
"No, what the bloody hell are you going on about?" he asked, confused.
"That kid over there he like a mini you," she said indicating Draco Malfloy.
"No he doesn’t for one thing I'm much better looking and taller and...."
"And there's the whole he's human and your not thing."
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Harry, Ron, and Heromine were standing in the bookshop talking, when Malfloy came over.
"Well, if it isn't Potter, Weasley, and Granger," Malfloy said with a sneer.
"What do you want Malfloy?" Ron asked.
"Shouldn't you be digging for books in a dumpster somewhere Weasley? I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those," Malfloy replied indicating the armload of school books in Ron's basket.
In response Ron tried to lunge at Malfloy but he was restrained by Harry and Heromine.
"Are you guys gonna fight?" Dawn asked innocently. She and Connor had just finished paying for their books and they had walked over during the argument.
"Hey look it’s a mini Captain Peroxide," Connor whisperd to Dawn, who laughed.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Malfloy responded.
"I'm Connor and this is Dawn. We're going to be 5th years at Hogwarts."
"Are you new?" Heromine inquired.
"Yeah this is our first year," Dawn stated with a smile. Happy to finally encounter a girl her own age.
"Wow it’s unusual for someone to be enrolled so late. I don't think it’s ever happened before," she said.
"First time for everything I guess," Connor stated.
"I guess they're letting anyone into to Hogwarts nowadays," Malfloy sneered in his last feeble attempt to annoy his rivals and their new friends.
"No they've been doing it for awhile. It started when they let you in," Ron joked and then smiled happy to see Malfloy walk away in a huff.
"Hi I'm Harry and this Ron and Heromine."
"Hey," Ron said.
"Nice to meet you," Heromine replied beaming.
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"Anya!" Xander yelled as he ran after her. She was still mad. "I'm sorry!"
She turned around and stopped as he ran over to her, "I'm sorry I sent you mixed signals and hurt your feelings. I didn't mean to honest."
"Really?"
"Yes," he said out of breath.
"Okay I'll forgive you this time."
"Good."
"Where is our relationship going?"
"Our what? Our who?"
"Relationship. What kind do we have? And what is it progressing toward?"
"I ... Uh ... We have a relationship?"
"Yes, I got angry at you and you ran after to me to apologize. When it happens in the movies the two parties involved are in a relationship."
"Yeah huh?"
"Also I've thought about you naked," she continued ignoring him.
"Really. You know if I'm in the checkout line at the Wal-Mart I've had the same dream."
"So I can assume a standing Friday night date and possibly a future full of babies and double dating."
"Anya. Slow down there. In fact, come to a screeching halt. See these things kind of have to develop on their own."
"Okay. How?"
"I don't know. It just - happens."
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