the earthly embrace invoking stares from across sunnydale, and she stumbles upon a girl clad in leopard print and leather — great, another diva. alas, she can't help but introduce herself, not necessarily in need of a friend, but it would be nicer than eating lunch in the toilets alone. again. “ hi, err, i'm maddy. ” her voice like a foreign melody to buffy's ears, she can only imagine. she's become used to people being taken aback by her accent and how easily she blends into her settings. not one person in this place even knows what northumbria even is, she thinks. “ a'm new hee'ah. d'yknow what they're servin' f'lunch? ” @punskill












