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It still felt like only yesterday that I'd been at the Hyperion as a guest. Part of me actually liked the hotel better then. It felt less oppressive somehow. Maybe it was the knowledge that L.A.s moral landscape wasn't in shades of black and white. I was surrounded by others that had made grave mistakes in their lifetimes, ones I felt wouldn't judge me when I tried to use magic.
I had managed to do one great act of white magick, turning the potential slayers into the actual thing, baggage and all. However, in my experience, one good deed wasn't enough to redeem a person, as much as one bad deed couldn't condemn anyone. Wasn't I living proof of the latter?
So, I was determined to redeem myself, not even sure where that Path would take me. I mean, Angel and his gang were trying their hardest at redemption, and they all landed jobs with their sworn enemies. They were the bosses of their own Big Bad. How wacky did that get?
Still, I couldn't dwell on such things. I had a class to teach. Negative energy could easily affect everyone in the room. And besides, grumpy wasn't /me/. I was the bubbly, witchy, somewhat-reliable Willow, not the-world-is-out-to-get-me Willow!
Taking a few, cleansing breaths, I smiled to myself. Our move to Los Angeles was just a new chapter of our little epic. One that I was looking forward to. Even if I could never trust myself, or Angel's group. Even if Kennedy and I were over, and Tara was gone. I still had my friends, old and new. I had students, and people to help.
Smiling, I walked downstairs, to see what was going in the world outside my room.
I had managed to do one great act of white magick, turning the potential slayers into the actual thing, baggage and all. However, in my experience, one good deed wasn't enough to redeem a person, as much as one bad deed couldn't condemn anyone. Wasn't I living proof of the latter?
So, I was determined to redeem myself, not even sure where that Path would take me. I mean, Angel and his gang were trying their hardest at redemption, and they all landed jobs with their sworn enemies. They were the bosses of their own Big Bad. How wacky did that get?
Still, I couldn't dwell on such things. I had a class to teach. Negative energy could easily affect everyone in the room. And besides, grumpy wasn't /me/. I was the bubbly, witchy, somewhat-reliable Willow, not the-world-is-out-to-get-me Willow!
Taking a few, cleansing breaths, I smiled to myself. Our move to Los Angeles was just a new chapter of our little epic. One that I was looking forward to. Even if I could never trust myself, or Angel's group. Even if Kennedy and I were over, and Tara was gone. I still had my friends, old and new. I had students, and people to help.
Smiling, I walked downstairs, to see what was going in the world outside my room.