Maybe I was best friends with a wiccan for too long, because I'm pretty sure she told me all about it at some point. I just, you know, tuned out. Didn't really seem relevant at the time.

[ And honestly, all she really wanted was to get pointed at the bad guys and let loose. The books were definitely Giles', Willow's and Xander's realm. Well, sort of Xander's. She was just the girl that could wield the weapons.

Though now she regrets not listening just a tiny bit. It was cliche, but it did feel a little bit like magic was in the air, and Willow might have really got a kick out of this whole festival. Plus she was pretty sure there was some kind of witch detector for laced foods.

Still, the plate Dean was holding did look tempting and Buffy had only tackled the cream table of goodies so far. She sipped at her drink again, letting the mysterious golden shot do it's thing.

She bit her bottom lip for a moment, gaze fixed on his face as a pleasant tingle slowly started to work up her spine. ]

I'm Buffy, by the way. I swear I don't normally get stuck in furniture. Definitely a first.