"Bloody—Malfoy! I got another text thingy!"
"Is that really important right now, Weasley?" Draco ground out, before casting another non-verbal Blinding Jinx at the tall vampire while feinting the smaller one.
Diving to the ground, Draco spread out his hands to search frantically for his fallen wand while the smaller vampire leapt towards him, the tip of his boot connecting with Draco's jaw. The blond let loose a slew of curses, both spells and vituperations, sending the vampire flying backwards.
"It could be Harry!" Ginny reasoned fervently, fiddling with the phone. "It could be important!"
Draco gave the redhead a withered look—the kind that asked what could be more important than him fighting for his life?—when the taller vampire, now recovered, grabbed Draco by the neck and hoisted him off the ground.
"Bit. More. Pressing. Here," Draco managed to choke out, before hitting the tall vampire with another spell and falling flat on his arse.
"Not really." Ginny finished reading the text and snapped the phone shut. "It's not Harry. It's a message from the mobile phone provider." She slipped the Muggle device into her pocket. "They'll offer us a discount on our next bill if we recommend others to join, quote, 'the largest mobile community'."
Draco stood up and dusted himself off. "What, the gypsies?"
Ginny gave him a confused looked until she saw the smaller vampire lunging at him. "Look out!"
Draco instinctively turned around and managed to dodge the assault while casting a non-verbalIncendio. The vampire instantly burst into flames, disintegrating into dust.
"Yes, thank you for saying 'look out' instead of using your wand to actually HELP ME!" he barked, now dusting ashes off his suit in utter disgust.
"Right, sorry." Ginny grinned sheepishly and withdrew her wand, flicking a rapid fire spell at the taller vampire, killing it instantly. "You know, it's your own fault for dropping your wand."
"You're absolutely right, Weasley." Draco bent down to retrieve his wand. "Next time I will let the vampire bite you."
Ginny rolled her eyes and then looked down at her blouse, which was covered in blood and ashes, and grimaced. "Ugh, I'm so glad I left my Quidditch career for this!"
"Left?" Draco snorted. "I heard you were sacked because of your bum knee."
"Hold that blow, Weaselette." Draco raised his hand. "We're here."
Ginny frowned, glancing up at the large house. "Are you sure the gem is here?"
"The sources say that it was excavated in Sunnydale, California by a vampire named Spike." Draco jogged up the stone steps. "The gem was then recovered by the Slayer, who ended up taking it to Los Angeles and giving it to another vampire, Angelus."
"The Slayer gave the Gem of Amarra to a vampire?"
Draco shrugged and then proceeded to knock on the door. After a moment, it swung open and a tall, handsome vampire answered.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Angelus?"
"Angel," he corrected. "And you are?"
"My name is Ginny, and this is Draco." She motioned to the blond next to her with a wave of her hand. "We're from The Coven."
Angel furrowed his brow. "You're witches?"
"She's a witch," Draco clarified. "I'm a wizard."
"Well, come in, then." Angel opened the door and stepped aside to allow them entrance. "Sit down and tell me what this visit is all about."
The two stepped inside and each took a seat on one of the sofas, smoothing out their Muggle clothes.
"The Coven directed us here to retrieve the Gem of Amarra," Ginny stated, getting straight to the point.
"You're a little late," Angel said with a smirk, pouring them each a glass of scotch. "The gem was destroyed years ago—by me."
"Actually, it wasn't." Draco accepted the drink and inclined his head in thanks. "The Gem of Amarra is a magical artefact that canonlybe destroyed by magic."
Angel took a sip of his drink and knitted his brow in contemplation. "Then how—?"
"I'm afraid your half-demon friend, Doyle, played a sleight of hand," Ginny explained in a soft voice, and Angel set down his drink.
"I don't understand."
"He kept the ring," Draco clarified bluntly, and Angel tilted his head to the side, examining the blond wizard, who looked an awful lot like Spike.
"How do you know all this?"
"He worked for us," Ginny said, as Draco set down his tumbler. "Unfortunately, the braggart died before he could return the ring to The Coven, so we're here to retrieve it."
Angel took in a deep breath and lifted his palms. "Feel free to search my home, but I'm not sure how you'll find it."
"Oh, we have our ways," Ginny said with a mischievous wink. "May we get started?"
"Of course." Angel stood up. "Can you tell me why this ring is so important to the Coven?"
"Oh, it's not just important to us," Ginny said, turning around. "It's important to your son."
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*References to this scene are taken from the fourth season of Buffy ('Harsh Light of Day') and the first season of Angel ('In the Dark'). In the HP world, this is Post-Hogwarts, anywhere between 2000-2004. Incidentally, the wizarding world in the UK refers to itself as The Coven to its Muggle partners, whether that be The Council of Watchers or the Slayer (according to me).