A/N-Thanks for the reviews. Heres the next part and its longer.
"Oops. Toadstones are meant to have scratches on them right?"
Anya rushed over towards Dawn who was sitting on the Magic shop counter besides a cardboard box. "What are you doing? Are you breaking things?"
Dawn sheepishly held out the stones and a small dagger. "I was just testing the products. It said on the label that the dagger would stay sharp, no matter what."
Anya frowned at Dawn and reclaimed the magic items from Dawns possession. "You're not helping. And you shouldn't sit on the counter, it might break. Don't you have homework you should be doing?"
Dawn reluctantly climbed down off the counter. "I've already done it." Then before Anya could order her to do something else, like arranging candle displays, Dawn climbed up the ladder to the loft above the magic box, to help Willow and Tara who were sorting through piles of old books.
Anya picked the box off the counter and carried it over to Xander who was sitting on the floor picking up the pieces of Greek clay pot that he insisted was Spike's fault he had dropped it. His excuse was that if a vampire was going to start building a pyramid out of exploding rocks he should get a warning first. They had both received glares from Anya.
Anya dropped the box beside him. "Here, you can sort through this one." Xander started looking through the contents with interest. Spike and Buffy were sitting at the table, it's top littered with piles of various objects. Although their placement seemed random, Buffy had declared that there was a system and wouldn't let anyone else mess it up. Spike was checking the items off a list and when Buffy wasn't looking, moving things into different piles to see if Buffy would notice.
Giles was near the back of the shop going over the shipping forms. The Magic Box had just received a new shipment today and Anya had managed to convince everyone to help sort through and shelve the new items. She didn't want the shop to close for longer than usual and had described the importance of it to the others, in detail.
Xander pulled a glass bottle out of the box. Well calling it a bottle was a bit of a stretch as it wasn't exactly bottle shaped. It had a couple of orb shaped parts and a fair number of hollow tubes connecting them in a twisting pattern. The fine particle-like contents appeared to change colour as he moved it around. Xander carried it over to Buffy. "Here you go Buffy."
"What's that?" Buffy questioned looking up at Xander.
"Sand. You've got the pile for sandy stuff don't you?"
"Nope. I've got pretty amulets and funny looking statues. Magic dirt is over there." Buffy said pointing at a far shelf.
Xander walked round the table towards the shelf.
"Wait a sec." Spike suddenly said stopping Xander. "Magic sand goes here."
He indicated to the small box on the chair beside him.
"Well you could of mentioned that before." Xander grumbled heading around the other side of the table.
***
Not that far away in the underground building the spell had reached a crescendo. The sounds of chanting echoed off the sides of the rock walls mixing together. It grew like a force of it own, then as a silent invisible pool of energy it spread outwards. It slowly escaped the underground room, moving like molten lava would, engulfing the surrounding area. Buildings, parks, suburbs, roads and graveyards, till the whole of Sunnydale was covered in an unrecognisable energy that no one could see. Then the chanting stopped. The spell was done.
***
"Xander!"
The sound of Anya's exasperated voice made Xander wince. 'Uh oh' he thought, 'what have I done now'.
"You've spilt Armangian powder all over the floor!" Anya exclaimed in an accusatory tone of voice.
Xander looked at the little trail of sand that made its way from where he had been sitting and around the table in a haphazard circler shape. He then looked at the bottle of sand he had been about to place in the box. "It's not my fault." Xander defended. "Look at this stupid bottle thing" he said holding it up for everyone to see. "How was I supposed to know which way was up."
Anya took the half-filled container off him and turned it up the right way. "You should of let me deal with it. Armangian powder is a very expensive barrier sand. It can ward off all sorts of powerful spells and it costs a lot of money." She looked at the powder littered about the floor sadly.
"Hey I can collect it all up. It'll be as good as new." Xander said trying to cheer her up.
"No, it won't work." Anya sighed. "Once its been poured out it can't be used again. You might as well just clean it up."
"Right" Xander agreed with her and went to find a dustpan and brush. 'You know it would probably be safer if I just pretended to help but didn't touch anything' Xander thought. 'That way Anya can't blame me for breaking anything else'.