Later that day Willow and Tara were chatting at the Espresso Pump over extra chocolatey mocha-chinos.
"I'm just saying... it would be neat. Fun for Dawn." Willow said for about the fifth time. "I don't know Wil - you're talking about some serious stuff. Manipulating reality." Tara bit her lip and gazed at Willow seriously.
"Yeah.. but fun!!" Willow persisted.
Tara ducked her head and shook it from side to side, "We probably couldn't do it anyway. This isn't floating a rose... and I don't need to tell you how
that went." She sighed, remembering how the rose they were supposed to gently float ended up ricocheting off her dorm room walls. If something that simple could go so wrong... Tara suppressed a shudder. This was a bad idea and she wasn't going to even attempt it no matter how cute Willow looked when she pouted.
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Willow wasn't dropping this. Tara wasn't into it but Willow knew a certain former vengeance demon who still packed a bit of magick. When Anya first lost her powers she conned Willow into helping her with a spell. It hadn't gone as planned but that was a long time ago.
The red headed witch had a whole speech planned but she only got to the part about it being fun and "I think we could pull it off" and Anya was on board. Turns out she had been feeling out of sorts, bored, really. Now that high school was over there wasn't really very much to do. She played the stock market and that was fun but the day to day was getting rather dull. Nights not so much. Always something going bump but this was just the sort of thing Anya needed. And anyway what could go wrong?
They gathered a bunch of candles and Anya went to work crushing herbs with a mortar and pestle she'd produced from one of her kitchen cabinets. It looked positively ancient and at Willow's inquisitive look Anya informed her it
was positively ancient.
"Left over from my mortal days. The first round. D'hoffryn sent a box of stuff from my locker in Arash'Mahar says he's not going to store my junk now that I'm out of the fold." She shrugged. "It was pretty much this, a waterskin full of mead and some really, really dried out eelsbane. Stuff turned to dust when I touched it. Pity. It's a very rare plant these days could have made a killing on eBay."
"Um. Right. Well.. I think we're all set up so let's cast this circle and get to chanting!" Willow had a very can-do attitude about this whole thing and Anya figured that's half the magick. Believe it and so mote it be