Class Protector

Buffy is at the punch bowl, ignoring the ruckus. 

The announcer urges Jonathan to the microphone. 

Jonathan: 

We have one more award to give out. 

Is Buffy Summers here tonight? 

Did she, um... 

  The crowd turns and finds her. 

She looks nervous at the attention. 

Jonathan: 

This is actually a new category. 

First time ever. 

I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, 

The Prom committee asked me to read this:

"We're not good friends. 

Most of us never found the time to get to know you, 

but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. 

We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. 

A lot of weird stuff happens here."

The Chorus :

Zombies! 

Hyena-People! 

Snyder! (laughter) 

"But, whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, 

you seemed to show up and stop it. 

Most of the people here have been Saved by you, 

or helped by you at one time or another. 

We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history. 

(applause from the crowd) 

And we know at least part of that is because of you.  

So the senior class, offers its thanks, and gives you, uh, this —

  Jonathan produces a multicolored, glittering, miniature umbrella with a small metal plaque attached to the shaft. 

It's from all of us, and it has written here : -

' Buffy Summers —

Class Protector ' 

  The crowd breaks into sustained applause and cheering. 

Buffy walks to the stage and takes her award. 

 

  Cut to Buffy, watching the dancers. 

Giles comes up behind her. 

Giles: 

You did Good Work tonight, Buffy. 

Buffy: 

And I got a little toy surprise. 

Giles: 

I had no idea that children en masse could be gracious. 

Buffy: 

Every now and then, people surprise you. 

Giles: 

(looking past her) 

Every now and then —