So. I might need help. Actually, I know there will be needing of help. I know that measuring herbs and cataloging texts isn't everyone's idea of a good time. But if it is? I will be down at the shop most of the day.
[A pause]
The name would probably help. The Magic Box II, for those of you still reading.
[And true to her word, Willow settles
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[There is a small groan as Willow wakes up that filters across her open journal. Two days later and she is still nursing one hell of a magical handover. Is it possible for your eyelashes to hurt? In that moment, she is fairly certain that it is
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[There is a bit of the Sorcerer's Apprentice happening in Willow's room right now, with one magically animated broom and dustpan hard at work in the corner. It is about all she can manage right now. There had been much overextending during the rescue, and their landing the night before was not exactly of the warm and fuzzy. She is taking a rest,
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[After her encounter with Faith, there is only one place for Willow to go. One place, and once person. But she isn't there. And just like that? She knows.