"Are you ready?" The red headed girl looked up at the blonde. Her face was flushed from the incenses that spread a sullen smell in the library.
The blonde nodded and gripped her stake. "As ready as anyone can be", she said with a smile.
The redhead murmured the final words, and suddenly, the air seemed to open. A black hole turned up where the library desk once had been.
"See you in a bit", the blonde said and took a leap into the black.
"What kind of impression do you think we should make on the delegates?" the broad shouldered boy asked as he looked himself in the mirror.
"Well, a good one, I suppose?" the smaller, dark haired boy said.
"Then why am I wearing a skirt that looks like it's been abused during the washing?" Arthur tugged in the brown fabric with a curious look. Outside people were screaming and cheering.
"Sorry, sir", Merlin said and quickly picked a new one from the closet. "Here." He reached the new garment to the other boy, who accepted it with a wry face and a thanks. As the blonde boy pulled it over his arms, the cheering outside stopped.
"Would you look what the fuzz is about?" Arthur asked.
Merlin was already by the window, looking down at the courtyard.
"Sir, I think you should come and see this", he said.
"Why, yes, Willow, I'd love to be attacked by the villagers as soon as I arrive. Thank you", Buffy said as the black hole disappeared behind her. She was surrounded by people, and somehow she was pretty sure they hadn't missed her arrival.
The crowd had created a circle around her, and there was no way out if she didn't want to risk hurt anyone. Oh, well.
"Stop there!" a firm voice called when she was preparing to make a run for it. The people moved apart like the red sea for Moses, and a tall young man entered.
"Oh, hi there", Buffy said with a lovely smile. "I'm Buffy, nice to meet you."
The man raised his sword.
"Or not so nice." She looked at the stake in her hand. Not fair.
"We don't tolerate magic here, witch", the handsome blonde said, his sword still raised.
Buffy laughed. "Well, luckily, I'm not a witch. My friend Willow is, though, but I'll make sure she gets the memo."
The man's face turned to stone. Clearly no sense of humour.
"Look, I'm not here to fight", Buffy said. "Actually, I'm looking for someone. Middle aged, about this tall" – she raised her hand above her head – "and glasses. Kind of awkward. Do you know him?"
"I have never met this man", he said. "I am willing to let you go, if you leave immediately and promise to never return to Camelot ever again."
"Well, see, I can't do that", Buffy said and shrugged. "We kind of need this person back home, and the others won't stop nagging me about it if I return without him. Plus, it took a whole lot of work and some yucky demons to get here, so no."
"Then you leave me no choice", the young man sighed. He pointed his sword at her. "If you come with me peacefully, no one will get harmed. And no tricks!"
Buffy looked at the stake again, and then at the handsome man. There was no reason hurting him, at least not yet. He'd probably bring her inside the castle, and maybe someone in there knew the one she was looking for.
"Okay", she said and raised her hands. "I give up." She threw the stake aside. "See, no weapons, no funny business. And I promise I won't be doing any hocus pocus."
"Good", the blonde said and turned so he ended up behind her, with the tip of the sword on her back. "Merlin, go tell my father we're on the way."
A thin boy, giving Buffy the strangest look, backed off and ran into the castle.
The man behind her pointed at her with the sword. "Now, walk."