2002 (A jump in the timeline)
Willow walked into her room, exhaustion making her bones feel as though they were made of lead, weighting her entire body down. A night of clubbing a witchcraft with Amy had taken its toll and now all she wanted to do was sleep. Still dressed, Willow lay down on her bed and closed her eyes.
Only to open them again a moment later. The curtain were open, allowing sunlight to spill unchecked into the bedroom and across the bed. Willow gestured vaguely in the direction of the curtains.
"Claudete." She said, half into her pillow.
Nothing happened. Willow lifted her head and looked at the window. Centring herself, she gathered her energy and gestured at the curtains again.
"Claudete!" She said more distinctly.
Nothing happened. Willow the wicked wiccan was all magiced out. She frowned, deciding to use her mutant powers instead. Willow had attempted to avoid using her mutant powers when it wasn't strictly necessary, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to herself, afraid of her friends reactions to discovering that she was in fact a mutant. But this was an emergency. Willow needed to sleep right now like she needed to breath.
Focussing, she pictured the curtains as they would hang if they were closed. In her minds eye, she added the silver light and waited for the internal popping, like her ears adjusting to a change in altitude, that would tell her that her image had translated itself to the real world.
Nothing happened. Apparently her mutant powers, which she never used, had also been sapped by her display of witchcraft.
Still frowning, Willow got up and closed the curtains manually, before flopping on her bed to fall into the dreamless sleep of the deeply fatigued.