Ch 7: From the Green
CH 6 Costume:
Captain Will Lennox from Transformers
"Major with the suckage."
"First he corals us and then makes us get costumes from children's movies? That… that…. that meany-pants!"
The little troll had cornered them in Giles' office and forced them to sign up to take trick-or-treaters and then made them pull a lot from a hat for a movie. It was supposedly to guarantee their choices were appropriate.
Xander had been thinking the whole way to the store. Party Town was sold out so they were all praying that Ethan's would have something suitable from the movie. Granted his costume was relatively easy, but he wasn't about to abandon his girls.
Looking at one outfit he winced.
Especially not when that was supposed to be an option!
"What the? Maggie?"
"Zak, what happened?"
She looked around, feeling the evil that seemed to pulse up from the ground in waves, almost overwhelming her before she steadied herself.
"I don't know. Where's Crysta?"
At the sound of a shriek they both took off, one literally, towards the noise.
"Well that was fun of the kind which is not!"
The three of them had gotten stuck. Ethan found out they knew Giles and gave them 'special' costumes. Xander sighed and blew a tuft of now blonde and black streaked hair out of his eyes while looking at his girls.
Willow…. Well for Willow this might have actually been a good thing.
He looked at her sitting by the aisles, looking more content than she ever had. There was a sense of peace to her as well as a will of solid steel if you screwed with one of her friends. Giles said she'd apparently had some untrained potential for earth magic that rooted to the spell and gave it a major boost.
End result, Mama Earth Willow.
Some of the things she could do with plants were just plain scary. But hey, the library fern was flourishing!
He adjusted his back, wanting to curse Ethan for the suggestion. Apparently there'd been a sequel planned where Zak got turned into a fairy too.
He looked at his new additions and sighed. At least they didn't look girly, wasp-y, but not girly.
But poor Buffy.
The bright blue spec flitted about in the sunshine. Buffy, dressing as Crysta, had retained the small size.
"I'm sorry Buffy, but I can't do anything about it! You've got too much of your own oomph for me to change you safely and not enough training to do it on your own. You're stuck until you can get the magics down."
Willow looked truly sad about that.
"How am I supposed to Slay now!?"
"Make a tree stab them for you."
Xander's head slowly rose to meet the surprised gazes of his friends.
The little blue light that was Buffy seemed to still for a moment before turning an electric color and seeming to radiate unholy glee.