Title: Should Have Stayed Home

Author: lisa roquin

Fandom: BtVS/HP

Rating:

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Summary: David picked a bad day to get lost in London.

Author's Note: 20 minute David Nabit Challenge response.

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David Nabit paced the small room. He had the worst luck. He really did. He knew he should have postponed this business trip to London until Cordelia could be spared at AI to come with him.

He'd hire her and keep her paid so well she'd never think of leaving if what she did wasn't so important. She'd been a wonder on the business trip to Metropolis. He knew it was very important work. He did what he could himself--he bought new state of the art computer equipment for Angel Investigations. It wasn't like he could do much else.

But no...some demonic uprising had to take place at the same time of his trip to London. Cordelia was needed in Los Angeles. He really should have postponed the trip. He didn't do well with these sorts of things and since his vice-president who normally did retired and no one else had been able to be sent. (Of the three likely candidates one had a very pregnant wife, one had a kid's high school graduation and the other had something else, David hadn't had any choice but to go).

He should have kept walking. He knew that a place with a name like Leaky Cauldron was probably trouble. But this was London. Bars here had odd names, right? Well odd by California standards at least. Ye Olde Tavern that had been called that since Elizabeth the first was on the thone of England.

He was just looking for a telephone. He'd thought his hotel wasn't that far from the offices where the meeting was held. He couldn't get a cab so he was going to walk. Then he got lost, then it started to rain, and he was looking for a telephone. He just wanted a telephone for a cab.

He really shouldn't have gone into a place called the Leaky Cauldron. Cauldron was never good. Cauldron meant witchcraft. He'd thought it was probably some goth that inherited the place that had been in the family forever and changed the name.

He'd hoped anyway. And he had wanted out of the rain and just wanted a telephone.

He'd told the big black guy in the funky navy blue gandalf robes that. He'd told the little rosy cheeked black haired woman that. He'd told the weird girl about the same age as Cordelia and Gunn that while he gaped at her hair changing from neon pink to neon orange.

"Hello..." a middle aged man with thinning, fading red hair in somewhat worn and faded robes came into the room.

"I just want a telephone! That's all I wanted! I just wanted to find a phone for a cab!" David burst out.

"Yes, yes. We've found a fellytone a couple streets over but that's not necessary if you're just wanting to go to your lodgings. Tonks will be taking you there in just a bit. We've convinced the Minister that you're no threat to our world."

"I want no part of your world! I just want to get back to my hotel and get back to Los Angeles!"

"I know, son. My name's Arthur"

"David,"

"Yes, well, David, it's most unfortunate you got caught in the Death Eater attack tonight. The Wizarding World has a Dark Lord on the loose at the moment. It isn't safe for squibs such as yourself--"

"Squib? What's a squib?"

The redheaded man blinked. "You mean you're an ordinary muggle?"

"What's a muggle?"

"A muggle is what Wizards call non magical folk"

"I'm a muggle!" David announced heartily. "I'm a business man and if I'm missing people will notice. I lost a bet to Cordelia. I owe her a shopping trip yet. If nothing else Cordelia will notice I haven't showed up to take her shopping! She'll come looking for me, well to clobber me for welshing on the bet...but she'll find me." David took comfort in that thought. Someone would notice he was missing. A few years ago they might not have. But Cordelia would, if only to get her promised shopping trip. And Fred would, because she was just sweet like that. Angel, Gunn, Wesley and Lorne might notice too.

"Fascinating. I've only met a few muggles you know. My son is good friends with a muggleborn witch. Most Muggles don't see anything to do with our world, don't realize magic exists."

"I know magic exists. I usually avoid it! I swear I avoid it. Nothing good ever happens when I'm around magic or demons or anything like that. I just wanted a phone!"

"Yes, son, just calm down. Here have a spot of tea and Tonks will be here in a minute and you'll be on your way." Arthur Weasley gave a sigh of relief as the man gulped the tea with calming potion in it. Fudge was finally convinced the American wasn't a Death Eater, though it had taken Albus pulling a few strings to get Mr. Nabbit released, Fudge wanted to imprison him anyway.

"Should have stayed home!" David muttered. And resumed his pacing and muttered rant of knowing better while he waited for this Tonks to take him to his hotel.