I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor St Trinians (although I wish I did) and I make no profit from the creation and/or distribution of this story. Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox own Buffy and Ealing Studio owns the delightful world of St Trinians. Actually, I don't own anything, so suing really would be a waste of time.
Also, I haven't actually seen the new St. Trinian's movie yet (I'm going on Saturday!!) so please don't spoiler me via reviews. Remember, a happy writer is a productive writer!The Terror of St Trinians
The Minister of Education looked up from the papers on his desk to see a distinguished looking gentleman standing in the entrance to his office. His accents and mannerisms marked him as a fellow member of the British upper classes and so the Minister waved him in.
“What can I do for you?” he asked the man as he took a seat. “Mr...?”
The man took off his wire glasses and began to polish them. “Giles.” He leaned forward, his expression eager and intense, “I was wondering if you could spare a few moments to discuss a school with me.”
“Certainly!” the Minister said beaming. “Got a sprog ready to take the plunge? Where were you thinking of sending them?”
Mr Giles began to polish all the more furiously, “Actually,” he said. “It concerns some rather distressing reports I have heard about a school called St. Trinians.”
The Minister moaned, his face had he but known it, paler than a vampire’s as he reached for his tablets.