Willow quickly picked up her books and stuffed them in her messenger bag.
As she was about to scurry off, Professor Mandel stopped Willow at the
door. A firm look etched itself on her face,
"Ms. Rosenberg, last year you where one of my top students in European History, but now you seemed a bit unfocused, dashing out every time your cell phone rings and missing classes and missing important information. I would really hate to see you fail, You are a bright young girl Willow, and I really think you should be a bit organized."
Willow blushed a deep red and looked up at her Professor.
"I'm sorry Professor Mandel, It's just sometimes emergencies come up, okay often then usual, but I-I," Willow stammered.
Professor Mandel gave her a look of concern.
" Willow, I know that you haven't been the same since Tara McClay died, but you need to get yourself together Willow."
Willow nodded and walked out solemnly . Willow walked to the bus station and caught a bus to Hadley Road, which was only a block from Buffy's house. As she opened the door, She cringed at the site of the living room.
Ever since the episode of the big bad tricking them into seeing dead people, Dawn would hole up in her room crying and Buffy was to busy with the fact that Spike was siring people again.
The living room was still in a total disarray. Willow sighed and walked upstairs and entered her room. She placed her bag and her binders into a neat pile on her desk and quickly grabbed a highlighter and highlighted the passages of importance in her Physics notes. Willow was almost finished when a letter on her desk caught her attention. As she picked up, she fingered the envelope.
It was a letter that Oz had written to her a few weeks ago. She sat down and reread the letter for the 2nd time since she had gotten it in the mail. The letter was filled with comfort and at the same time, in some parts Oz had criticized her for doing careless things while she was scary-veiny Willow.
Willow had written him back, explaining her actions and seeking comfort. The truth was that the two people she had loved were gone. Tara was dead and Oz was somewhere in the world seeking help and to find balance between man and werewolf. She vaguely remembered the last time she saw him.
Willow missed Oz, as hard as she tried to resist it, she truly missed him. Willow quietly begin to sob, and before she knew it, she cried herself to sleep. Sunlight streamed in the window and Willow opened her eyes to meet the glaring sun looking down back at her. Willow quickly got up and took a shower and dried her hair before meeting Buffy and Dawn for breakfast.
To her disappointment, Dawn and Buffy had left for school, but there on the refrigerator was help by a smiley face magnet was a note from Buffy that read.,
"Hey Will, Didn't want to wake you up, Going to be late today, showing Dawnie some extra patrol stuff, Love, Buffy & Dawn."
Willow baked a omelet for herself and was relieved she didn't have any classes today.
She kept herself busy by cleaning the bathroom and the kitchen and vacuuming upstairs. As she was drying the dishes, the doorbell rang.
As she dried her hand on her jeans, she quickly fixed her hair and opened the door.
Standing in front of her was Oz.
"Ms. Rosenberg, last year you where one of my top students in European History, but now you seemed a bit unfocused, dashing out every time your cell phone rings and missing classes and missing important information. I would really hate to see you fail, You are a bright young girl Willow, and I really think you should be a bit organized."
Willow blushed a deep red and looked up at her Professor.
"I'm sorry Professor Mandel, It's just sometimes emergencies come up, okay often then usual, but I-I," Willow stammered.
Professor Mandel gave her a look of concern.
" Willow, I know that you haven't been the same since Tara McClay died, but you need to get yourself together Willow."
Willow nodded and walked out solemnly . Willow walked to the bus station and caught a bus to Hadley Road, which was only a block from Buffy's house. As she opened the door, She cringed at the site of the living room.
Ever since the episode of the big bad tricking them into seeing dead people, Dawn would hole up in her room crying and Buffy was to busy with the fact that Spike was siring people again.
The living room was still in a total disarray. Willow sighed and walked upstairs and entered her room. She placed her bag and her binders into a neat pile on her desk and quickly grabbed a highlighter and highlighted the passages of importance in her Physics notes. Willow was almost finished when a letter on her desk caught her attention. As she picked up, she fingered the envelope.
It was a letter that Oz had written to her a few weeks ago. She sat down and reread the letter for the 2nd time since she had gotten it in the mail. The letter was filled with comfort and at the same time, in some parts Oz had criticized her for doing careless things while she was scary-veiny Willow.
Willow had written him back, explaining her actions and seeking comfort. The truth was that the two people she had loved were gone. Tara was dead and Oz was somewhere in the world seeking help and to find balance between man and werewolf. She vaguely remembered the last time she saw him.
Willow missed Oz, as hard as she tried to resist it, she truly missed him. Willow quietly begin to sob, and before she knew it, she cried herself to sleep. Sunlight streamed in the window and Willow opened her eyes to meet the glaring sun looking down back at her. Willow quickly got up and took a shower and dried her hair before meeting Buffy and Dawn for breakfast.
To her disappointment, Dawn and Buffy had left for school, but there on the refrigerator was help by a smiley face magnet was a note from Buffy that read.,
"Hey Will, Didn't want to wake you up, Going to be late today, showing Dawnie some extra patrol stuff, Love, Buffy & Dawn."
Willow baked a omelet for herself and was relieved she didn't have any classes today.
She kept herself busy by cleaning the bathroom and the kitchen and vacuuming upstairs. As she was drying the dishes, the doorbell rang.
As she dried her hand on her jeans, she quickly fixed her hair and opened the door.
Standing in front of her was Oz.