E-mail, evening of March 6th

[soldtoarmenians]

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Yay I'm In England Also HELP

Updatey stuff: haven't gotten a reply from you yet; guessing you've been offline, or whatever passes for 'line' where you are.

We tracked down the new Watchers' Council building; Giles was right when he said it's tiny. There was a guy there who says he went to Sunnydale with us but damn if I can remember him personally. You'd think I would, since he Never. Shuts. Up. His brother was the jackass with the hellhounds at Prom, though.

He let us look around, but mostly we found bupkis on vampiric poisons. There was a girl there that Angela talked to though, and she told us we might find something at this oldskool Watcher's townhome, so that's the plan for tonight.

If you come up with anything on your end, let me know?

Love, Xander


P.S. My roommate woke me up with dancing. No, not with me. French people are weird.

P.P.S. You remember the flying monkeys? That was the guy at the Council. I could've sworn that was Tucker too, but I thought I should cut him a break and not tell him. The guy knows some future me and really seems to look up to him. Which is tres weird. Also? He's bizarrely fascinated by Canadians. Like, even more than me.

P.P.P.S. I'm not bizarrely fascinated by Canadians. There was just this research project. Thing.