@existentialflirt {Buffy} gets a silly post-series starter
Gaea preserve her, she was better than this. Willow was always trying to break the habit of using magic to fix minor inconveniences, so this meant dealing with her fear face to face. Then again, she had a Slayer for a best friend, but this seemed below her paygrade (not that anyone had ever paid her for her Chosen One troubles). No, no -- Willow could handle this one herself.
Except that it was too late, and she'd already shouted for Buffy's assistance. Her cheeks flushed red as her face as her friend rounded the corner with concern.
"O-oh, hi there, Buff," she stammered, inching away from a lump on the ground. "Sorry about the whole 'screaming like I was about to die' thing. Still alive, but just spooked! By a slimy little hitchhiker --"
--braap--
Willow squirmed as she pointed at the floor, indicating an irritated little toad that must have somehow hitched a ride indoor on her skirts. Witchy symbolism be damned, she was not a fan of their little beady eyes, sticky toes, and the wet slapping sound of the creature's hops across the floor.
"...help?"