Freshly showered and the last of the butter a happy memory, Faith resumed her prowl along the corridors of Hogwarts. She passed by the sorting room, wondering if Crowley was still there, and was surprised to see a pretty blonde instead.

"Hey," she said, pausing to read over the application. "You have cookies?" she asked eagerly. It was a little known fact that Slayers tended to operate largely powered by sugar.

"You're in a place called Hogwarts," she added by way of explanation. "It's a weird magic school."