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Chapter Eight"Is she dead?" Willow asked worriedly as the nurse woman checked out Dawn.
"Well," nurse lady replied with a sigh, "I'm going to have to take her up to the Hospital Wing." She mumbled some weird Latin word under her breath and suddenly Dawn was floating.
"Whoa!" everyone cried in surprise. We had kind of forgotten that we were in a witch and wizard school. Or at least I had.
"I'm really worried about Buffy," said Willow as we watched Dawn float away in front of nurse lady. "I mean, what could Spike have done with her? Why would he want to take her away like that?
"I'm afraid all we can do at this point is hope for the best," Giles told us, cleaning the lenses of his glasses with his shirt. "I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do to stop Spike now seeing as that we have no idea where he went. I don't think he'd do anything bad to Buffy, anyway.
"Why don't we all go up to our dormitories?" he continued. "It will be a nice way to settle down and get everyone to know everyone else.
We all started to walk glumly and sadly toward the entrance to the Dining Hall when the old guy suddenly stopped us.
"Wait," he said through his large, droopy Santa-like beard, "You have to know the passwords first. I trust that none of you will break into one another's dorms, so I'll just say them aloud. Hufflepuff's password is Ôimpatient witch', Ravenclaw's password is Ôvengeance', and Gryffindor's password is, Ôbunnies'.
"They're going to attack you!" Anya cried.
"It's okay," I said comfortingly, patting her back. "The bunnies won't get us tonight, I promise.
And with that, we headed up to our dorms, somehow knowing the exact way to get there.
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I was staring at the fireplace listening to Ron and Harry quarrel about what type of creature they thought everyone was. As amusing as it might sound, it really wasn't.
"One of them is a witch so it has to be Sunshine!" Ron was shouting.
"Why?!" Harry retorted loudly. Why does it have to be Sunshine? What's so special about her?!?!?!
"Just look at the girl for God's sake! The word Ôwitch' is practically scribbled all over her face, Harry!" Ron screamed.
"Oh, nice excuse," said Harry sarcastically. "I think Buffy's the witch. She's the one who just about had a heart attack and went all purple just because she was mad at her sister! She has to be fooling around with the Dark Arts.
"Have you ever seen any witches from Hogwarts go crazy like that?" Ron asked him. "Because I haven't, so I doubt that makes it a valid reason that Buffy's a witch.
"Buffy's a witch?" someone suddenly said from the portrait hole.
The whole room went silent. Everyone looked up and saw Xander and the red head- Willow! That was her name! Ðstanding next to the portrait hole.
"They were just guessing what type of creature everyone was," I explained, getting up from my seat. I was feeling very welcoming towards Xander and Willow despite the annoyance I was feeling toward Harry and Ron. "Dumbledore had told us that everyone was a different type of creature and they were trying to guess who was who. I'm Hermione, by the way.
"A different type of creature?" Xander asked, confused. "Is he talking about, like, Buffy being the Slayer and Anya being a Vengeance Demon and that sort of thing? Because we're not like weird slimy creatures under our skin. We're not going to shed and then become weird, smelly fish monsters. Ha, ha, remember that, Will? When the swim team became fish monsters? Ah, you gotta love Sunnydale." Xander sighed.
"Okay..." I replied, slightly puzzled.
"Wait did you say someone was a demon?" Ron asked, standing up.
"Anya from Ravenclaw is a Vengeance Demon... But a good one," Willow said.
"Oooh, what other creatures is everyone else?" Parvati wondered, jumping into the conversation.
"None of us are really creatures," said Willow. "It's just that not all of us are really human.
"What are you then?" Seamus asked.
"Well, Tara and I are witches," Willow replied.
"Aw, man!" Ron moaned. "Tree girl's the witch!
"Tree girl?" Willow asked angrily. "You do not want to make me mad, boy!
"Down, Willow," said Xander, grabbing Willow's forearms to hold her back from attacking Ron.
"What did you say before?" I asked, walking slowly toward Xander and Willow. "About Buffy being... something...?
"She's the slayer," Xander answered. "She slays vampires and other demons.
"If Anya's a demon, though, shouldn't Buffy have killed her?" Harry inquired.
"She's a good demon," Willow repeated, recovered from her sudden burst of anger. Oh God, I hope she doesn't start acting like Buffy.
"What about you?" Harry asked Xander. "And that old guy. And that guy who looks just like Malfoy?
"I'm only human unfortunately," Xander told him. "Giles is, too. And who's Malfoy?
"He's that blond kid that was hitting on Sunshine," Harry explained easily.
"Oh, him," Xander said, rolling his eyes. "I'm assuming you mean Spike, then, seeing as that he is the last person you haven't mentioned. Spike's a vampire. And Buffy hasn't killed him because he's good also. He has a little chip in his brain to make him not go all squishy-faced and bite-y.
"Oh, okay," Harry responded, puzzled.
"Well I'm going to go to bed," Willow said starting towards the staircases to the boys' and girls' dormitories. She suddenly stopped. "Wait, where is bed?
"Oh, I'll show you," I offered, bringing Willow upstairs.
"Yeah, where's my bed, too?" Xander asked, looking hopefully at the other boys.
"I'll show you," Dean said beckoning for Xander to follow him and Seamus up the boys' staircase.
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I woke up the next morning and the first thing that came to my dirty little mind was how the blond guy and the crazy girl's night went. Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought that. I put on my black silk bathrobe that I wore over my black silk boxers and strolled down to the common room. I had woken up early, as I usually do, so I didn't really expect to see anyone downstairs. But when I saw the common room full of Slytherin students quietly chatting with one another, I was very surprised.
"Why is everyone down here so early?" I asked Crabbe and Goyle, taking a seat in between the two boneheads.
"Everyone wants to know what happened to that guy and that girl," Crabbe explained. "Well, I know I do. And Goyle does. And it sounds like everyone is talking about that.
"Thank you for the quick explanation, Crabbe," I replied sarcastically. "Well, those two better get out of that room I showed them into quickly or we're all going to go as mad as that girl.
Suddenly, as though on cue, the girl stormed out of the hallway to the room she and the guy were sleeping in and stopped dead when she saw all the Slytherin students staring at her. For a moment I thought she was going to scream as loudly as she had yesterday, but after staring back at us for quite some time, she turned on her heel and stomped loudly back into the room. I could hear her screaming at the guy from all the way out in the common room.
"What was that all about?" Pansy asked me, leaning forward in her chair, which was directly across from mine.
"I'm going to find out," I said, getting up and marching straight down the hall and into the bedroom.
I banged open the door without knocking to see the girl shouting at the guy and flailing her arms everywhere.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK, SPIKE?!" she screamed right into his face. "I WAKE UP IN A BED WITH YOU WITHOUT ANY MEMORY ABOUT THE DAY BEFORE! WHAT CHOICE DO I HAVE BESIDES THINKING YOU PUT A FREAKING DATE RAPE DRUG IN MY DRINK!??!?!?!??!?!!
"Buffy, why won't you listen to me?" the guy called "Spike" said quietly- well, much more quietly than "Buffy" was speaking. "You were possessed by a demon and the only way to make it go away was by making you feel really happy!
"Oh, so you thought you could just take advantage of me?" Buffy asked, offended. "Thanks a whole lot, Spike, you asshole!
"I wouldn't take advantage of you!" he shouted, trying desperately to defend himself. "I don't need to take advantage of you! Please, Buffy, listen to me. This was the only way!
"It was," I said, butting into the argument. I decided to help defend the blond guy since I had just realized that he was practically my look alike. "You were possessed by a demon and he was just trying to make it go away. I swear.
"You," Buffy said quietly. "You. I remember you! That's the last thing I remember from last night; being mad at you!
This was going to be a long day.
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