The school bell rang, signaling the end of first lesson and the beginning of the second, as Catherine's spirit quickly, silently, glides through the central school corridor, searching out a suitable 'target' for her to take control of. It was more difficult than usual this time, due to the fact that she no longer had a corporeal form to call her own, so she had to choose her 'target' wisely this time, as the person she chose would cease to be & their soul would simply be killed when the transference had been completed. So, probably best to choose a 'decent' victim so that she would have all the time she needed to complete her 'task' of seeking vengeance on Buffy for preventing her from becoming a cheerleader once more & then deflecting her magic back onto her, destroying her body, confining her to that wretched statue.
As good it would be to take over Buffy's body, destroying her soul forever it was clear to Catherine that it would be more 'fun' to toy with her, to make it just that little bit 'fairer' on her, more even, and besides, it would wear her out to the point where she wouldn't be able to fight back, making it the perfect moment for her to strike.
Down below her in the now near empty corridor, Catherine could see a group of 'prom queen' girls picking on a "unattractive" brunette girl carrying two large bags & about a dozen books, almost like that Willow girl Buffy seemed to 'hang around' with. They trip her, sending her books flying across the floor. They laugh & leave. Catherine had once been one of those girls, those who thought the world revolved around them, & it was true, she supposed – The 'haves' & the 'have-nots', the leaders & the slaves. Oh how she missed those times, but, she supposed, that was what she was doing all this for, to be able to relive those 'long gone days' where she would 'rule' the school & be the best cheerleader in the state.
Ceasing her opportunity to 'take over' the girl Catherine descended as she was scrambling over the floor trying to collect her books as quickly as she could so she wouldn't be late for class, without the help of anyone, who just continued walking to & through, the occasionally kicking a book further down the corridor for 'fun'. In a display of 'electric purple' light Catherine made her presence made to the girl now alone in the corridor, carrying a huge, almost insanely evil grin upon her cold, white, near dead face.
The transference was almost simultaneous, but still long enough for 'the girl' to let out a near blood curdling shriek. Several teachers rapidly lean out of their respective rooms to see what all the 'commotion' was. Catherine stands up fully straight, books in hand, & gives them all a deliberately awkward smile. After a few moments they all return back inside their rooms, muttering.
A "Are you alright, miss Gilmore?" comes from the end of the corridor behind Catherine. She turns around, almost stunned. It was Rupert Giles, the librarian at Sunnydale that Buffy knew, who Catherine could swear that, if she hadn't known he'd only been around for a few months, had been around since her time there.
Catherine takes a few steps towards him slowly, allowing him time to reach her. She thinks for a couple of seconds before eventually coming up with 'nothing better than' a simple, near idiotic, "… I saw a rat…?..." She gestures at how 'large' the imaginary rat was. She sucks some air in through her teeth & smiles. "… I swear…" she decided to add, quickly, almost as if to add a touch more credibility to her story. Giles stared at her, almost as if he was studying her like one of those unnecessarily large books of his in that stupid library he & the Slayer spent so much time in. After a few seconds he nods, looks down at his watch (10.05am) & then back up at Catherine "right, well miss Gilmore, rat or not it seems as if you're 5 minutes late for whichever lesson you have now so, 'be off with you' & all that". They awkwardly smile at each other before rapidly heading off in the opposite direction.
"That was close" Catherine thought, adjusting the bags that the girl whose body she stole was carrying, occasionally checking behind herself to see that Giles had definitely gone. "Perhaps a few seconds more & he may have realized who I really am…" Reaching a bin she drops the books she's carrying into them. "But, now that I have a new 'form' & the element of surprise there's nothing that the Slayer can do to stop me now!" she cackles 'swaggering' down the corridor, as if almost 'tasting' her future victory. "& now soon, very soon you will face my power for the second & final time!..."