Chapter Seven: Halloween Revisited
It was mid-afternoon when Willow and Anya returned from the newest magic shop. Sunnydale had a few these days.
Willow made a circle in sand, in the living room. Sitting in its center, with all the ingredients, she diligently began to work. It wasn't long before she had the amulet made.
"Done!" she yelled as she stepped out of the circle. "It was easier than I thought."
"Well, I'm ready. How does it work?" asked Buffy.
Willow, Anya and Dawn just looked at her. She was wearing her usual attire of jeans and a blouse.
Anya as usual stated the obvious, "You can't go back like that. They'll think you're a heretic!"
Buffy looked down at her clothes. Anya was right. "Now what am I going to do?"
Dawn smiled "I've got it!" She ran up to the attic and came back down 15 minutes later with a large box in her hands. "Mom kept your dress from Halloween."
"Dawnie that's an enchanted dress," Buffy practically screeched. The whole Halloween episode came flooding back to her in an instant. Buffy cringed at the reminder of becoming a helpless noblewoman that fateful night. Even all these years later, she didn't want to think about it.
"No it's not. Remember Giles broke the spell. Ask him if you don't believe me."
Buffy couldn't ask him. He'd be furious if he knew what she was about to do. Instead she said, "But I don't think it's from the right time period." She was trying to find a way out of wearing it.
"What choice do you really have?" Anya asked. "It's the closest thing we've got, right? Unless you have something else hideously pink and frilly, hidden away in your closet."
Buffy and Willow both gave her a glaring look.
"I am right, "Anya grumbled under her breath.
"All right, I'll try it on. What choice do I really have anyway?" She hated the fact that Anya was right. "Will can you help me?"
Willow and Buffy went upstairs. Once the door to Buffy's room was closed she tuned to her friend. "If I go all wonky, get it off me."
Willow nodded in agreement. "No problem there."
It took Buffy longer to get dressed then she thought it would. She had forgotten just how many layers came with the costume's underskirt. Willow tried to help her dress her hair but she was having a problem.
Dawn and Anya entered shortly later. "What's taking you so long?" Anya asked the pair. She took in Buffy's aggrieved look and Willows hands in Buffy's hair, which now seemed to resemble a rat's nest.
"That's not how it's done," Anya stated as she moved Willow out of the way. "Here let me show you. I was around then, you know!"
In what seemed like no time at all, Anya had Buffy's hair up in a decorative style.
Buffy stood and looked in the mirror, she almost didn't recognize herself. Taking a deep breath she asked, "Now what?"
Willow handed Buffy the amulet. "Hold it in your hand, think of where you want to be and then wish yourself there. But remember that you have to be careful with it, it's very fragile."
"Gotcha." She smiled. Buffy then hugged each girl in turn, kissing Dawn's cheek as well. "All right! Wish me luck." She took another deep breath, "Here I go."
"How do you plan on finding him?" Anya asked.
Buffy stopped at that. How was she going to find him? She wasn't sure where or when William was actually turned. She only knew the year. "Don't worry, I got it covered. I'm The Slayer. You know The Chosen One and all?" Buffy closed her eyes, with the amulet in hand, and made her wish. When she opened her eyes, she was in London, England.
