The White Hats: Prologue
by Timan
Giles slammed down the book violently. He paced around trying to make sense of the council’s decision. So far he was drawing a blank.

“This is intolerable!” he snapped, “First you order me to Sunnydale to await the slayer now you’re informing me that she has been diverted to Cleveland.”

“The coven has sensed a great evil will rise in that city. The council felt that the talents of the slayer will be best suited . . .” Quentin Travers replied in a calm that made Giles a lot more irritated

“Sunnydale is on a hell mouth! It needs the slayer!”

“I’m sorry Giles but the need in Cleveland is greater.”

Giles took of his glasses and ran his hands through his hair.

“What am I supposed to do here?”

“Well, since you’re the librarian, I suggest the checking in and checking out books. Good day.”

Giles slammed down the phone. He leaned heavily against the front counter and collected his thoughts. Giles took a deep breath and looked up to discover Oz staring at him strangely. Giles looked around awkwardly.

“Ah . . . bad delivery,” Giles try to cover, “the books went to the wrong school.”

“Good ‘cause I was afraid to tell you about that overdue I have.” Oz replied

“What do you want?”

“History,” Oz replied, “need a textbook on the revolution.”

“Oh, ah, forth row near the back.”

“Thanks . . . Good luck with the delivery.”

“Thank you.” Giles replied as he sat down stressfully

Oz ventured on his way to the stack. He turned to looked back at the new librarian strangely. He’d always seemed okay before this sudden act of frustration. On top of that his heated talk about something called a slayer didn’t seem to fit the book lending style of the room. Something on the other side of the counter caught her attention.

“Hey,” Oz said lightly, “do you always keep stakes behind the counter?”

“What?” Giles asked as he looked down at the pile of sharpened wood next to him, “Oh, no, these aren’t stakes I’m, ah, working on something.”

“Well if it’s mouse farming I don’t recommend it. Not as popular as it used to be.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Oz turned and wandered into the stacks as Giles quickly put the stakes away. Outside a figure walked slowly across the yard. She looked at the world anew with a smug satisfaction.

“Interesting,” Anyanka replied, “I think I’m gonna like it here.”

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