The first thought that rattled inside my brain as I wandered into
my room the room I shared with Dawn, was "Oh, goddess, why did she have to bring one of her noisy friends home on the day I have more homework than any human being could manage in one night?" This was quickly replaced by a reminder of the fact that, if I was gonna be sharing a room with the girl, the least I could do was show a little acceptance of her teenaged ways. And that noisy alarm. And the fact that she was constantly leaving her clothes on the floor. And the empty bags of potato chips...
"Potential?" I asked, catching the last word of her introductions, and looking to her friend with unbridled curiosity. Had Dawnie found a new Slayer? Correction. Another new Slayer?
I raised my eyebrows slightly as I studied Dawn's friend. She had a Slayer-type build, and the same cocky attitude that
Kennedy so many Potentials seemed to think was such a huge turn-on. What was up with that, anyway? Did they think it was 'cool' to do lousy impressions of Faith all the time? I didn't think this was the case with the new girl, as it was pretty clear she'd never even met Faith, let alone taken on that oh-so-completely-NOT-cute infatuation with the badass Slayer.
"Good work, Dawnie," I said, offering a smile and polite nod to her friend. "The guys'll be happy we've got another one to play with," I smirked somewhat as I ran my eyes over the girl's attire. "Looks like this one could be a fun new friend for Faith." Everyone was getting new friends lately, it seemed. A slight frown replaced my grin, but only for a second as I went on to ask, "Does she know the whole Slayer deal? Or is she one of those random girls that never knew about the prophecy 'till Super-Me made with the mojo?" Not that I liked to brag or anything...
We chatted a bit about the new girl, before I realised that it was probably more Buffy's place to deal with the new arrivals than mine. "Maybe you oughtta introduce her to your sister?" I suggested, before being caught by another, peroxide-permed thought. "Or, uhh, maybe not. If, y'know, she's busy." But there was this big ol' pile of homework sitting on my desk that really wasn't gonna budge if I spent all night playing Hostess to the latest addition to the Junior Slayers Brigade. "Maybe you and, uhh - Fae, was it? - should go get some snacks or something? Couple of growing girls, gotta have Slayer-sized appetites." I winced. "Or, y'know, something less stupid-sounding."
And all these years, I'd been thinking that I'd finally outgrown my days as an spazzy teenage nerd...