The True Hero

Nerves

"So what's the deal once we get there?" I asked Willow, realising I had no idea about this place except that it was a school for witches and wizards.

"Well, we'll need to get sorted into our houses, so we'll have to hang around the first years for a little while when we get there-"

"WAIT! HANG WITH THE FIRST YEARS! WE'LL STICK OUT!"

"Oh. Giles mustn't have thought of that."

"What are we going to do?"

I was panicking, how was I meant to not be noticed when I was a fifteen year old in a crowd of eleven year olds.

"Okay, yes we are going to be noticed during the sorting Buffy, but after that, we'll make sure that we just blend in."

I nodded, I looked around the train and realised everyone else was in robes.

"Uh, Willow... please tell me we have robes?"

"Yes we do."

Willow pulled robes out of her bag. I sighed in relief and looked at my wand. How was I ever going to use it considering I wasn't a witch? I was still quite confused about the day that Giles had made me and Willow test wands to find out which one would choose us. Why would a wand choose me when I wasn't a magical being? I was just the slayer, and would always be the slayer, that's the reason I was here! Willow was lucky, she was a witch and she probably saw this as a chance to learn more about being a witch.

"Buffy? Are you going to get changed yet?"

"Oh, yeah."

I changed into my robes and sat back down again, dreading the end of the ride.