*
Giles scowled as Spike rooted through the refridgerator, searching for a pint of blood that he swore was still there.
"As long as it's keeping him busy." Xander pointed out, noticing Giles' sour look. He turned to Willow. "So, what have we got?"
"I can't get it open." She surrendered the book back to the coffee table. "Whoever enchanted this book had a lot more power than I do."
"The Council had quite a few practiced witches at their disposal, I'm afraid." Giles told the group.
"And I guess going to them is out of the question." Xander concluded.
"What about your other Watcher friend?" Spike asked, having returned unsuccessful from his search. "Leslie, was it?"
"Wesley." Giles corrected, considering the possibility. "Well, he was in contact with the Council a lot more recently than I've been."
"Can we trust him, Giles?" Willow asked worriedly.
"Oh, I'm sure we can." Giles assured her. "He's been in Los Angeles with Angel for quite some time. Helping, and what-not."
"Oo, maybe Angel could help, too." Willow blurted out. "He's all big with the info, right?"
"Right, real good idea." Spike scoffed. "Get the help of a vampire that could go bad at any second. Yeah, right."
"Spike, you're a moron." Xander spoke up.
*
"Willow!" came an unecessarily loud scream from the second storey of the Summer's house. "I'm going!"
"What?" Willow looked up from the spellbook that she had been searching through. "Where?"
"Out with my friends." Dawn appeared on the staircase. Her newly-shortened hair swung around as the young girl headed for the door. Willow sprinted from her spot, barely stopping Dawn from taking off.
"Where are you going, and what time are you going to be back?" Willow asked more sternly.
"To the mall, and before dark." she recited dutifully. "I promise."
"Good. Was that so hard?" Willow smiled.
"No, but you wouldn't have noticed I was gone if I hadn't said anything." Dawn chided. "What are you looking up anyway?"
"Nothing important." Willow lied. "Get going or you're gonna miss your friends."
"Okay, thanks Will." Dawn turned to leave, but paused halfway out the door. "Oh, I almost forgot. Can you dye my hair for me?"
"Dawn," Willow started, but Dawn cut her off with a sad look.
"Please?" she begged. Willow gave in, and ran her hand over Dawn's hair, turning it almost the identica color to her own. "Thanks, Will!"
"No problem." Willow smiled as Dawn hurried out the door, slamming it behind her. Ever since Buffy had died, Willow had become Dawn's surrogate sister.
After a long legal proceeding, custody had been given to Dawn's father. However, since he was never around, it was basically up to the Scooby Gang to take care of her, which was just fine with all parties concerned. Dawn was doing well in school, and Willow had been teaching her beginner witch-stuff on the side.
"I hope we can get her back for you." Willow sighed. After a short pause, she returned to her spellbook, searching for something that could unlock the Forbidden Texts, and maybe bring back Buffy for good.
Giles scowled as Spike rooted through the refridgerator, searching for a pint of blood that he swore was still there.
"As long as it's keeping him busy." Xander pointed out, noticing Giles' sour look. He turned to Willow. "So, what have we got?"
"I can't get it open." She surrendered the book back to the coffee table. "Whoever enchanted this book had a lot more power than I do."
"The Council had quite a few practiced witches at their disposal, I'm afraid." Giles told the group.
"And I guess going to them is out of the question." Xander concluded.
"What about your other Watcher friend?" Spike asked, having returned unsuccessful from his search. "Leslie, was it?"
"Wesley." Giles corrected, considering the possibility. "Well, he was in contact with the Council a lot more recently than I've been."
"Can we trust him, Giles?" Willow asked worriedly.
"Oh, I'm sure we can." Giles assured her. "He's been in Los Angeles with Angel for quite some time. Helping, and what-not."
"Oo, maybe Angel could help, too." Willow blurted out. "He's all big with the info, right?"
"Right, real good idea." Spike scoffed. "Get the help of a vampire that could go bad at any second. Yeah, right."
"Spike, you're a moron." Xander spoke up.
*
"Willow!" came an unecessarily loud scream from the second storey of the Summer's house. "I'm going!"
"What?" Willow looked up from the spellbook that she had been searching through. "Where?"
"Out with my friends." Dawn appeared on the staircase. Her newly-shortened hair swung around as the young girl headed for the door. Willow sprinted from her spot, barely stopping Dawn from taking off.
"Where are you going, and what time are you going to be back?" Willow asked more sternly.
"To the mall, and before dark." she recited dutifully. "I promise."
"Good. Was that so hard?" Willow smiled.
"No, but you wouldn't have noticed I was gone if I hadn't said anything." Dawn chided. "What are you looking up anyway?"
"Nothing important." Willow lied. "Get going or you're gonna miss your friends."
"Okay, thanks Will." Dawn turned to leave, but paused halfway out the door. "Oh, I almost forgot. Can you dye my hair for me?"
"Dawn," Willow started, but Dawn cut her off with a sad look.
"Please?" she begged. Willow gave in, and ran her hand over Dawn's hair, turning it almost the identica color to her own. "Thanks, Will!"
"No problem." Willow smiled as Dawn hurried out the door, slamming it behind her. Ever since Buffy had died, Willow had become Dawn's surrogate sister.
After a long legal proceeding, custody had been given to Dawn's father. However, since he was never around, it was basically up to the Scooby Gang to take care of her, which was just fine with all parties concerned. Dawn was doing well in school, and Willow had been teaching her beginner witch-stuff on the side.
"I hope we can get her back for you." Willow sighed. After a short pause, she returned to her spellbook, searching for something that could unlock the Forbidden Texts, and maybe bring back Buffy for good.