The Demons

There are footsteps down the hall of many, and when Crowley storms into the room she pulls me away from Willow immediately, wrapping her arms around me with a growl in her throat.
"What the hell did you think you were doing? Oh my- whatever, you're all burnt. You could have died-"

I can't listen to her, only pulling on her shirt tighter and burying myself into her shoulder. Why doesn't this feel embarrassing? It feels soft, tender. Then I hear Aziraphale's voice...

The Angel

"I am so, so sorry!" Aziraphale looks like he is about to burst into tears himself, clutching his hands together, almost ashamed of himself.
I run over to him and we embrace. I think we've only ever hugged once, as I would have remembered the calming cuddliness.

"I can't...I can't believe you're alive!" I sob, muffled in his light beige coat.

"I should have told you. I'm so sorry. None of this was your fault, Willow-please remember that. It was always going to happen." He pauses. "Now. Try and calm yourself down, I don't want your features to disappear."

I take deep breaths to slow myself down, and to stop myself from crying. All this is painful enough without adding Holy Water into the mix. If I was in that much pain for only half of the transformation, I dread to think how much torture it takes to fall completely.
Ellie and her mother part. Or is it her auntie?

Aziraphale gestures to her. "Willow, this is my...this is Crowley."

"Ohhh...that's Crowley...I thought it was your auntie or someone." I smile.

Ellie guffaws while Crowley gives her a look, clearly trying herself not to smile. I didn't mean anything by it...

"Hold on..." I say, confused. "but I thought Crowley was a-"

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance, too." And I look up at Crowley as she suddenly turns male, with almost entirely new outfit in the space of a few seconds.
I give him a light, slightly astounded shake of the hand.

"Well." Aziraphale sighs. "I think I'd better get back to the-to the old bookshop. Unless you want me to stay for a while."

"Got a date to go to?" Ellie smirks at them.

Crowley ignores her look. "I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbles.

Naylin laughs. "Yeah, right."

"I don't mind." I smile. "I don't want to keep you here...I think I can handle being on my own now."

"Are you sure?" Aziraphale asks.

I nod. We both smile lightly at each other as a thank-you, then hug each other again. Aziraphale is one of those people that seem like they were born to hug.

When we part, I see Crowley and Ellie hugging.
"Take care of her." Crowley whispers to her.

"I will." Ellie hushes back. I can feel my cheeks burning up, possibly going red. Are they talking about me?

We stand together and watch Aziraphale and Crowley disappear in a puff of smoke. I wonder where they are going. With a sort of skip in my step, we leave the R.E classroom.

"Willow, a few of your feathers have turned white." Orla tells me.

My wings! I hide them before anyone notices. This day has been so up and down, I'm surprised I can recall anything. But what happens now?