New Witch, Old Flame

AU: This is set after Adam and Glory, but Giles hasn't left yet and Willow and Tara are still together.

Rated: R for violence and sex

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Buffyverse. That privilege belongs solely to Joss Whedon. I only wish I did!

Part 1

Willow and Tara decided to give the Daughter's of Gaia Wicca Group one more chance. Not that either of them had much faith in the group, but sometimes, it was nice to meet other people who shared the same gifts.

"Daughters of the moon, sisters of the earth become one with the universe," intoned Astra, the self proclaimed High Priestess of the group.

Tara looked at over at Willow and the two shared a slight smile at the spectacle Astra created. Finally the girl stopped her chanting and looked around the room at the gathering.

"Is anyone interested on leading the workshop on herbal remedies?" she asked the group. "Willow, Tara would that be something the two of you would be interested in?"

"Well, actually," started Tara and Willow continued, "We were hoping to lead a workshop on spell casting."

A giggle went around the room, and Astra said in a very condescending tone, "Really, I thought after your last meeting with us, you would realize that as Sisters, we must all work together to project an image of womanhood, and not that of a stereotypical witch."

Willow felt the rage building inside of her and she started to stand up, but Tara held her back. "Just agree with her and let's see what happens," she whispered to Willow. "Something magical is in the air, can't you feel it?"

"Yeah, I feel something," Willow whispered back, "I feel a pain in my."

Suddenly the lights in the room went out, and the goddess statue that Astra had placed in the center of the circle began to rise and float in the air.

Willow turned to Tara and raised an eyebrow. She communicated telepathically with Tara I'm not doing this Tara, I promise.

II know, but neither am I. You don't suppose any of them are, do you? asked Tara.

Suddenly both girls stared at each other in amazement as a strange voice filled their head. I am doing it, I couldn't resist, I was listening to that girl's foolishness and my humor got the best of me.

The voice stopped speaking, the lights came back on and the statue fell to the ground.

Just then, a tall striking woman entered the room. She had long wavy brown hair that framed her face, and she was dressed in black and wore a long black cloak.

"Good evening, ladies. I am Professor Farrell, and I am looking for the Psychology Building. Perhaps one of you can assist me?" requested the stranger in a British accented voice.

Astra and her friends sat silently, all of them still shocked by the floating statue.

Willow and Tara jumped up and offered to help the Professor find her way.

"A-are you looking for anybody in p-particular?" Tara asked, her stutter more apparent because there was a stranger present.

"Actually, ladies, I am going to be teaching here this fall. I will be teaching psychology, woman's studies, and Occult studies," the professor answered, looking hard at both girls. "I expect to see both of you in that class."

"Oh, yes, Occult studies..um well, maybe," hedged Willow as she stopped in front of the Social Science building. "Here we are."

"Thank you Ms. Rosenberg," said the professor.

Willow and Tara stared at each other, neither one of them remembered introducing themselves.

"Now, perhaps you would be able to help me with one more thing," she continued, choosing to ignore the silent communication between the two young women. "I am looking for a shop called the Magic Box. I have some business with the proprietor of that fine establishment."