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[_wes_pryce_]

It took me a while to get to this small place called Sunnydale. I swear, there is something terribly wrong with these American road-maps, not to mention the roads. Which, of course starts with the fact that they're all driving on the wrong side. It's the main root of the problem. But, I managed to make it, though I arrived late at night, or rather

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[lil_ripper]

(This happens after the scene with Xander below)

"Errm...Mis-Mister Giles?"

I was seated at the large central table, poring over a tome on important demonic feast days when I heard someone tentatively call my name. Thinking it was a student, I did not look up immediately, so engrossed was I in the book.

"Hmmm? Just put them over in the pile marked returns. I'll get to them in a moment." When the person didn't respond or move to comply, I lifted my head and was surprised to see not a student, but a rather well dressed young man standing in front of me. I did not recognise him and yet he seemed to know who I was.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Had my nose in this..." I suddenly realised that I couldn't very well say The Infernal Rites Compendium, so I sheepishly pushed it behind my back and tried to act casual. "Never mind, y-yes, I am Giles, Rupert Giles. How can I help you?"

[_wes_pryce_]

Smiling shyly I walk over to the man. I take a deep breath and try to show more confidence then I'm actually feeling. I can do this, I'm a trained Watcher for christ sake and so is he. We can work just fine together. Or...not. I'm so bloody nervous. I have to do this right. It's my first impression and those are imperative.

Glancing at the book he was reading I can't help but smile a bit. Excellent reading choice. Quickly I school my face as I look up again. It's not proper and completely inadequate to behave in such a distracted manner. I look around to make sure there is on one there to listen into our conversation before continuing.

Squaring my shoulders I hold out man hand and nod at him. "Mister Giles," I nod. "I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce from The Council of Watcher in England." Oh good lord, of course they are in England. Excellent start Pryce. "Perhaps it's best if we move to your office."

[lil_ripper]

I took his hand and shook it firmly, raising my eyebrow at the revelation of his name.

"Wesley Wyndam Pryce, eh? I met your father once, sterling gentleman. Well, how do you do, and welcome to Sunnydale, the home of the infamous hellmouth. I'm surprised you aren't with the other's at the Watcher's Retreat in the Cotswolds though, are you here on business?"

I motioned for him to follow me into my office, cursing myself at the wistful quality in my voice at the mention of the retreat. I'd been hoping I would be invited to go this year, and yet the invitation had never eventuated. Likely they'd presumed that I had my hands full dealing with the active slayer and a pesky hellmouth to protect to go kayaking and partake in other such frivolous activities.

[_wes_pryce_]

Confused I blink at him. Retreat in the Cotswolds? What on earth is he blathering on about? Well, never mind, it's not important right now. "Yes. My father is well known within The Council," I nod at him. Unfortunately, but I'm not adding that of course.

Following him into the office I glance around the small room. There is nothing here that would indicate that I'm dealing with the Watcher of one of the active Slayers. Well, that's...good, I suppose. "I am here on business yes." Why the bloody hell else would I be here for? Certainly not to take a look at the Slayer in the wild. Well, there is that of course. I *am* after all a Watcher. But I'm starting to drift away from the task at hand.

"I take it you've received word from the Council and their letter?" God, I hope so. My hand hovers over the pocket that contains a copy of the aforementioned letter.