Part 2
Willow and Tara looked at each other nervously.
"Um.w-w-w-we could take you," stammered Tara.
"Yeah. Sure Professor Farrell, we'll be glad to take you, right after our next class."
"Ms. Rosenberg, there is no need to lie to me," said the professor. "You do not have a class, you simply want to go and call your friends and warn them. Very admirable."
Willow opened her mouth to utter a spell, but the professor raised a hand and said, "Ms. Rosenberg, there is no need. I can assure you, I am not here to harm anyone at all. I simply have some personal, harmless, business to conduct with Rupert."
"Willow, it's OK. I think we can trust her," whispered Tara. "Look," she said as she turned towards the visitor. "You are right. We don't have a class, but I do have to go drop this book of at the library. Why don't you drop your stuff of in your office, and we'll meet you back here in 20 minutes."
"Certainly ladies, that sounds like a suitable plan indeed."
Tara grabbed Willow by the arm and pulled her down the lobby with her. "I can't believe you were going to use magic on her," she said. "You didn't know who she was or what she was, but you were going to try to."
"Try to protect us," Willow broke in. " I just didn't want her to hurt you."
"First off, Willow, I can take care of myself. And secondly, you didn't know anything about her other than the fact that she has amazing psychic abilities."
The two girls broke off their argument as they walked into the library. Tara returned her book and they started back to meet professor Farrell.
"I'm only saying, that you rely on magic too much. You aren't thinking of all the possibilities. The only thing you want to do is fire off a spell and poof, the problem is solved," said Tara gazing at Willow reproachfully.
Willow wasn't given a chance to reply because Professor Farrell was waiting for them. She had changed clothes and was dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, a leather jacket and a pair of Nike sneakers, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"You were very prompt ladies. Thank you."
Tara and Willow said nothing, only stared at the professor with dumb looks on their faces.
Finally Willow broke the silence. "Oh.uh sure, no problem. We're the prompt ones. We can walk to the Magic Box from here."
The threesome proceeded across campus as dusk began to fall. Willow and Tara tried to urge the professor on, but she was in no hurry.
"Professor, Sunnydale isn't the best place to be out alone at night," started Willow, but as she spoke, a vampire jumped out from behind a small grove of trees, shoved her to the ground and headed straight for the professor.
Tara was struggling to pull a small wooden cross from her bag. She finally freeing the cross, she ran to the professor's side in time to see her swiftly dispatch the vampire with a tree branch.
"Oh," groaned Willow struggling to get up. "You know about vampires." She stopped suddenly and questioned, "Are you a slayer? Is Faith dead?"
"Yes, I know about vampires. And no, I am not a slayer. One does not grow up living next door to Rupert Giles and not know about vampires," Professor Farrell answered with a twinkle in her eye.
Willow and Tara looked at each other nervously.
"Um.w-w-w-we could take you," stammered Tara.
"Yeah. Sure Professor Farrell, we'll be glad to take you, right after our next class."
"Ms. Rosenberg, there is no need to lie to me," said the professor. "You do not have a class, you simply want to go and call your friends and warn them. Very admirable."
Willow opened her mouth to utter a spell, but the professor raised a hand and said, "Ms. Rosenberg, there is no need. I can assure you, I am not here to harm anyone at all. I simply have some personal, harmless, business to conduct with Rupert."
"Willow, it's OK. I think we can trust her," whispered Tara. "Look," she said as she turned towards the visitor. "You are right. We don't have a class, but I do have to go drop this book of at the library. Why don't you drop your stuff of in your office, and we'll meet you back here in 20 minutes."
"Certainly ladies, that sounds like a suitable plan indeed."
Tara grabbed Willow by the arm and pulled her down the lobby with her. "I can't believe you were going to use magic on her," she said. "You didn't know who she was or what she was, but you were going to try to."
"Try to protect us," Willow broke in. " I just didn't want her to hurt you."
"First off, Willow, I can take care of myself. And secondly, you didn't know anything about her other than the fact that she has amazing psychic abilities."
The two girls broke off their argument as they walked into the library. Tara returned her book and they started back to meet professor Farrell.
"I'm only saying, that you rely on magic too much. You aren't thinking of all the possibilities. The only thing you want to do is fire off a spell and poof, the problem is solved," said Tara gazing at Willow reproachfully.
Willow wasn't given a chance to reply because Professor Farrell was waiting for them. She had changed clothes and was dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, a leather jacket and a pair of Nike sneakers, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"You were very prompt ladies. Thank you."
Tara and Willow said nothing, only stared at the professor with dumb looks on their faces.
Finally Willow broke the silence. "Oh.uh sure, no problem. We're the prompt ones. We can walk to the Magic Box from here."
The threesome proceeded across campus as dusk began to fall. Willow and Tara tried to urge the professor on, but she was in no hurry.
"Professor, Sunnydale isn't the best place to be out alone at night," started Willow, but as she spoke, a vampire jumped out from behind a small grove of trees, shoved her to the ground and headed straight for the professor.
Tara was struggling to pull a small wooden cross from her bag. She finally freeing the cross, she ran to the professor's side in time to see her swiftly dispatch the vampire with a tree branch.
"Oh," groaned Willow struggling to get up. "You know about vampires." She stopped suddenly and questioned, "Are you a slayer? Is Faith dead?"
"Yes, I know about vampires. And no, I am not a slayer. One does not grow up living next door to Rupert Giles and not know about vampires," Professor Farrell answered with a twinkle in her eye.