The wave of chaos magic washed over Sunnydale and over Xander. When it had passed where Xander had been now someone else was in control and the costume had become reality.
The grey haired, bearded man was clad in mouse colored robes with a beat-up, pointy wizard's hat. He carried a plain wooden staff and several small pouches and a shabby looking, leather bound book hung from his belt.
His eyes were bright with interest as he looked around the street, inspecting the carnage that happened around him.
"Now that is interesting, I wonder which spell did that?" he pondered, tapping his chin with his index finger.
Before he could continue his musings about the magic he had detected a voice called out to him from behind, "Xander! Are you all right?"
He turned around with surprising agility for someone that old and looked at the ghostly redhead that approached him at a full run. "Why thank you, I am all right. But I don't believe that I'm a Xander."
After a short pause where he seemed lost in thought he continued, "Uh, I seem to have forgotten something. What was my name again?"
"Oh no, not you too," Willow muttered, then continued out loud, "You're Xander, don't you remember?"
Xander didn't pay any attention to her as he tried to remember his name, thinking loudly, "What was that name again? Fizbut? Furball?... Hah, now I know again, it's Fizban!"
Exhillarated from remembering his name he asked Willow, "Do you want to see a really wondrous spell? It's called fireball..."