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[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Angelus is pacing in Principal Connor's office out of boredom when he's suddenly knocked off his feet, slamming his back against the floor. He starts to get up, only for a large Doc Marten to stomp down on his chest followed by the press of the point of a long wooden spear against his ribs directly above his heart.

Principal Connor glares down at him with narrowed eyes and practically growls, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shove this through your fucking heart, asshole."

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Zero tolerance policy," Angelus sat up, rubbing his chest where her boot had been. "I can respect that. Used the same thing with all of my minions. It's a good idea. Safety of your students and faculty does come first."

Angelus looked up at her. "So, when does the official school restraining order come in that says Buffy Summers can't come within 100 feet of me? Because in case you haven't noticed - " he gestured to the black eye that, while faded from yesterday, was still visible " - she not only threatened my life - with fire, I believe, so here's hoping those dorm walls aren't too flammable - but she physically assaulted me and I didn't lift one finger against her. No telling what she might do next. I fear for my life."

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover stopped wiggling through the door and rolled back into the office to await orders from the principal.*

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Principal Connor stares at him for a long moment, then grimaces. "Unfortunately, that's fair. I'll speak to Miss Summers when I get a chance and inform her that she is not to hit and harrass any of my students anymore than ... say, you are."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus smiled, spreading his arms wide in the universal gesture of people reaching an accord. "All I ask is fair, Principal. I am a fair kind of guy."