[Location: Magic Box] with a side of [Voice] A person's a person, no matter how small
[The tablet accidentally turns on, having been attached to Willow's wrist, and rustling is all that is heard for the first few moments. Willow's at the Magic Box at a very early hour, where she was sure there'd be no one to question what she was doing. It's not like she was doing anything underhanded. It was all completely overhanded, but she sort of wanted it to be less publically known but the...public. She mutters to herself as she searches through tomes for an incantation that will regenerate certain parts of the human anatomy. Like, say, an eye.]
No. No. No. Not even close. No.
[A book was closed forcefully, to say with a little more force than necessary. A heavy sigh is heard and more rustling as Willow reached for the next book. Pages turn and turn and turn. Willow's getting a little on the tired side. Over the past few days, she's searched the high school library from top to bottom, looking for a book that has what she wanted. She lived off mochas and lunchables and that was not healthy for...well, anyone, really. This must be what Horton felt like. Searching through those thousands of clovers for the one that he needed.
Okay, Willow must be more tired than she thought. Comparing herself to a fictional elephant. Yeah, not good. Another sigh parted her lip as the pages continued to be flipped. There's a pause, then she turns back a few pages, scanning them again in breath-holding silence. A small gasp is heard.]
Yes. Oh, thank the goddess, yes.
[There it was. Her millionth clover. An incantation (of a slight difficulty for someone at her level) to regenerate Xander's eye. She began to read off the ingredients, scribbling them down on a notebook she had waiting nearby.]
Adder's tongue...anemone, yerba santa....bay leaves....
[Willow continued to mutter off the ingredients as her pen scratched against the notebook.]
No. No. No. Not even close. No.
[A book was closed forcefully, to say with a little more force than necessary. A heavy sigh is heard and more rustling as Willow reached for the next book. Pages turn and turn and turn. Willow's getting a little on the tired side. Over the past few days, she's searched the high school library from top to bottom, looking for a book that has what she wanted. She lived off mochas and lunchables and that was not healthy for...well, anyone, really. This must be what Horton felt like. Searching through those thousands of clovers for the one that he needed.
Okay, Willow must be more tired than she thought. Comparing herself to a fictional elephant. Yeah, not good. Another sigh parted her lip as the pages continued to be flipped. There's a pause, then she turns back a few pages, scanning them again in breath-holding silence. A small gasp is heard.]
Yes. Oh, thank the goddess, yes.
[There it was. Her millionth clover. An incantation (of a slight difficulty for someone at her level) to regenerate Xander's eye. She began to read off the ingredients, scribbling them down on a notebook she had waiting nearby.]
Adder's tongue...anemone, yerba santa....bay leaves....
[Willow continued to mutter off the ingredients as her pen scratched against the notebook.]