"Will? William, come here!" VJ's voice could be heard in the entire Response Centre and possibly in the hallway. She had her hands crossed over her chest and was tapping her foot nervously. "WILL!"
"Bloody hell, woman, keep yer pipes down! I can hear ya!" a sleepy voice replied, and William slowly appeared in a doorframe. He was wearing loose pyjama trousers, furry yellow slippers, and a plain white vest. His red hair was in complete disarray and there were bags under his eyes. Not to mention a suspicious red mark, visible way too clearly on his ivory skin.
"Can you explain this?" VJ threw something small and red at him. The warlock nonchalantly grabbed the pair of lace panties from his face and looked at it. His expression didn't change; no blushing, no uneasiness, nothing.
"The reason you were back so late yesterday?" VJ asked.
"And you didn't invite me?!"
This time, the answer didn't come as fast. "...Run that by me again?"
"I asked, why didn't you guys—"
Hearing the alarm suddenly going off, VJ jumped slightly. "That blasted sound always gets me."
"So, what do we have?" William asked, going back to their bedroom, looking through his wardrobe. He then returned, wearing a green t-shirt with BETTER THAN GANDALF printed on it in golden letters, dark tight-fit jeans, high boots and a brown frock overcoat. He also had his trusty bag strapped to his side.
"A Harry Potter one, but don't think you're gonna weasel out of our talk," VJ replied, checking the summary. Her eyes suddenly went big and she backed away from the console.
"What's with the cliché gesture of shock?" William definitely was surprised; it wasn't VJ's style to react so suddenly at things – she was the more stoic of their team.
"Listen to this." The girl cleared her throat and read the summary aloud: "The half-angel half-demon Azriel finds herself caught up in the plans of Dumbledore to destroy the Death Eaters, and assembles a crew of elite student hitmen to achieve their goals."
"Sounds like fun. Let me get some stuff." William opened a drawer, putting various bottles and small jars into his bag. "We're dealin' with an angel – I have a chance to do some experimentin'."
"Grab a Crash Dummy, while you're at it," VJ said, looking at the summary. She then walked up to the coffee table and grabbed her hockey stick. "We have a first-person perspective fic on our hands."