tthdrabbles | Summer Nights drabbles

By RoseWill
Rated G. (Because I'm boring.)
Buffy etc is owned by Joss Whedon et al.
Harry Potter etc is owned by JK Rowling et al.
SeaChange etc is owned by Deb Cox and Andrew Night et al.

Suggestions of Buffy/Snape. Snape doesn't like summer nights.

Severus Snape was not an outdoorsman. He preferred to spend even the most serene of summer nights in his dungeon where the constant cold allowed him to brew potions.
He would have treated tonight like any other, but for two reasons; it was midsummer, and a full moon. He stalked into the forest, thankful that even the few teachers that were left at the school were celebrating in the staff room.
A figure appeared in the half light and he froze. When he saw Buffy he relaxed, and was surprised to find the night looking better. She grinned at him.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked.
“Disturbing your night?”
“Hardly,” he said, surprised that it was true.
“Werewolf watch?”
“Better,” he said.
He continued on his way into the forest. She stepped beside. Severus scowled at the interruption of what was supposed to be a lonely night.
Buffy insisted on asking inane questions. She also disappeared every time they heard a noise and appeared with frightening suddenness, not that he would ever admit to being startled.
“We should do this again sometime,” she said.
Snape decided that it had been a pleasant summer night; he would enjoy another.

Summer in Australia is, well, hot.

The sun sank below the horizon and the temperature dropped ten degrees. Buffy pulled herself out of her chair.
“I think I can move again now.”
Miranda grabbed her bathers and threw Buffy a towel.
“What am I going to do with this?” Buffy asked.
“Swim. You should come, night swimming is glorious. Unless you’re too close to the boat shed.”
“I thought we were going to train.”
“Not when I’m this sticky,” Miranda said.
Miranda seemed to have given up arguing that she wasn’t ever going to train. But Buffy wasn’t sure that meant she had accepted it.
Sighing, she stood up and followed her fellow Slayer down to the beach, she still wasn’t used to the abrupt changes in weather this place seemed to enjoy. Giles had promised to investigate mystical causes.
The water was pleasantly cool. Buffy began to enjoy the summer night. Miranda splashed her with a hefty kick water. Buffy, though, was able to show exactly what advantages a fully trained Slayer had.
Miranda came to the surface coughing.
“Where did you learn that?”
“My Watcher.”
“That stuffy guy.”
“I adapted it for the water,” Buffy said.
“Okay, teach me. I want to learn that.”