Author - Wytchi Grrl
Email - Contact me through private email
Disclaimers - Storyline and Characters belong to me except for Willow, Tara and Sunnydale who belong to JW, ME etc.
Pairing - W/T
Rating - PG-13.
Distribution - Yeah sure but let me know first.
Feedback - Yes as usual Please
Summary - Willow is using some inheritance money to go to one of the best boarding schools in the UK. There She meets Tara and the Two embark on a witchy adventure together.
Notes - Although this fic is AU Willow’s background is pretty much the same up to the events that made her leave Sunnydale before Buffy and Giles arrived. Thoughts are in ‘’.
St. Mary’s School for Girls
The redhead checked her watch. It would be an hour or so before they landed at Gatwick. She couldn’t help but feel nervous. Her stomach did little flips and she was sure her heart was trying to do the same. Checking her watch again a minute had past, sighing she took out the information package she had received on her destination. The glossy brochure cover was adorned by a picture of a very large grade 2 listed building surrounded by luscious green fields, Above the words Sussex St. Mary’s School for Girls. The architecture gave Willow an excited interest but also made her nervous, it had a kind of dark presence that she supposed was simply due to its age and severity of its size. Putting the leaflet to one side she closed her eyes, in less than an hour she would have her fresh start away from Sunnydale and all the grief that went with it.
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Two ominous looking oak doors towered above Willow adding another case load of butterflies to the pit of her stomach ‘Come on Willow don’t wimp out now, Destiny awaits and all that’. Giving the heavy doors a solid shove, She found herself inside a rather large and gloomy entrance hall. Lugging her heavy case she made her way to an empty admittance desk, a stained glass window cast a little more light on the situation. The walls around her were ornamented by a vast amount of Tapestry’s, sculptures and Wood carvings of a gothic nature ‘Not so much with the Homeliness here’.
“Miss. Rosenberg” A sharp woman’s voice interrupted Willow’s thoughts.
“Huh...Oh yes” the redhead offered a hand to the prim and proper looking woman before her.
“Good. We’ve been expecting you. Will you come this way” after returning the handshake the elderly woman turned and headed for the grand staircase at the back of the hall. Willow followed trying to ignore the many different babbles that ran through her mind.
On the first floor they came to a lengthy corridor with several doors on each side. Stopping at the second to last, the woman opened it with a key attached to a chain on her belt. Somewhat like a prison guard Willow contemplated ‘this place has boding evil written all over it’ but then she remembered that was one of the reasons she had chosen it.
Once inside the Woman motioned for Willow to sit.
“I’m Miss. Downing. I will be handling your admittance and getting you settled in” Miss. Downing made a vague attempt at smiling. “I will also be your form tutor. Willow Rosenberg. Unusual name?”
“Oh...um...yeah Willow, that’s been said before” She smiled nervously.
“I meant Rosenberg, Isn’t that Jewish?” The teacher eyed the redhead closely.
“No...I mean Yes my err...father converted to marry my mother” Biting her lip Willow wondered if Miss. Downing Had noticed the small beads of sweat forming on her brow. She hated lying but she really wanted this placement. St. Mary’s had the best reputation and if it means pretending to be catholic for a few years then so be it. She wasn’t really Jewish anymore anyway.
“You are sixteen. This means you will be starting our sixth form. Your quarters are located on the top floor. You will be sharing until next year. I see you will be taking an array of classes. Latin...Computer Science. Well from your previous grades you should be able to keep up.”
“Oh Yes” Willow nodded her head enthusiastically.
“There are a few more questions and forms to go through but I think will show you to your room so you can freshen up after your trip.” With that the Teacher rose from her chair and made her way to the door, gesturing Willow to follow.
***
Throwing a bulk of leaflets onto the floor Willow flopped onto her new bed. The soft mattress conforming to her contours causing her to sigh with relief.
“I thought she would never leave.” She muttered to herself. “Jet lag is not my friend!”
Turning on her side Willow took in her surroundings. The sizeable room was symmetrical in its furnishings, The decor however wasn’t. Surrounding the bed opposite was an assortment of posters, drapes and candles. All were dark in every sense of the word.
“I guess it isn’t just the building that’s gothic.”
Forcing herself to stand Willow set about unpacking her nightclothes and toothbrush. The rest would have to wait for the morning and unless her roommate showed up in the next five minutes, meeting her would too.
***
Willow exploded through the classroom door. Her run coming to an awkward stop, her ankle gave way and she fell graceless to the floor. The room erupted with laughter.
“Silence!” Miss. Downing’s familiar drone commanded “Miss. Rosenberg, better late than never find yourself a seat.”
Finding her feet Willow limped to an empty desk. Once seated she flapped her hands in front of her face, trying to reduce the redness that was bound to be illuminating her features.
“Now Miss. Rosenberg, You have only missed a few lessons, You should be able to catch up. Miss. Hancock if you could share your textbook” instructed the teacher.
Willow looked to her left. A girl with light blond hair pulled back into a tight bun and the perfect English rose complexion was smiling back at her.
“I’m Beth” She whispered and pushed a book on her desk towards Willow.
As Miss. Downing continued her lesson Willow tried to keep up. It wasn’t easy she couldn’t help but stare at her fellow students, endeavouring to take in the new faces. Something caught her eye at the back of the classroom. At first she wasn’t sure if she was imagining the pencil that floated a foot above the table, but a second look confirmed what she was seeing. Although golden hair cloaked her eyes, the girl behind the desk seemed to be staring straight at it. As if she sensed Willow’s gaze the blond turned suddenly to face her. The pencil falling to the floor, Willow caught a glimpse of brilliant blue eyes before quickly facing forward.
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Hope you enjoyed the first part
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Tara pushed down Willows pants with her feet, colliding with silken legs, a sensation that made her shudder-VIXEN-Shamelessly promoting my own fic.
at: 1/7/03 8:10:39 pm
I like reading fics where Willow and Tara meet when they're younger. This is a really cool idea...lookin' forward to more! 
<-isn't he cute?? 
well i'm going to try and keep churning this out but updates might not be as often as I usual like to do but I will try!
) to share with Willow, not meanie 
Tanith!!! 
She definitely seems to have some issues. So sad that Willow's parents died 
I'm sure that the blue-eyed pencil floating girl could make her life good again 
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at: 12/28/03 1:53 am