The ride back to shore was a quiet. Willow was smiling, but Charlotte was afraid to ask why. She held her knees to her chin in an effort to keep the water away from her, but it didn't seem to be a problem; whatever water that splashed into the boat didn't go anywhere near her.

All too soon, she and Willow were sneaking back into her room. Willow disappeared into the bathroom, and Charlotte flopped down onto her bed, exhausted.

"What the hell is happening to me?" She murmured quietly, draping her arm over her eyes. She had evaporated the water off of her skin and clothes. But hadn't she lost her powers for good on that last full moon?

Her bathroom door opened and Willow came back into her room, a glass of water in hand. Charlotte sat up, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, so what happened was a little weird," Willow began excitedly. "And I think we should test if your powers are really back."

Charlotte nodded in agreement, and Willow set the water glass down. Charlotte took a breath, and raised her hand at the water, willing it to do what she wanted. She focused on the water rising up into the air, and lifted her palm.

Without hesitation, the water rose with her palm.

"Oh my god," Charlotte breathed, immediately freezing, then melting the water, just like she used to be able to. "This isn't right," she whispered. She looked at her hands again in shock. "This shouldn't be possible."

"But it is, apparently," Willow said, going to Charlotte's desk, and picking up her pencil jar.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting something else for you to test. This is how I learned." Willow brought over a pencil and held it out on her open palm. "Make it float in the air," she gently demanded. "Focus on it, and make it float."

Charlotte sighed, and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Why? I might have my powers back, but why would I be able to do that? I shouldn't even have my powers back!" She screamed suddenly. She looked at Willow. "Why do I? You're the witch, tell me!"

Willow shrugged. "I don't know why. I do know that Mako Island is like a lightning rod for magic. There is a presence there, almost alive. Maybe it felt like you deserved your powers back?"

Charlotte was quiet for a minute, and she stared at the pencil in Willow's hand. "Maybe," she whispered. "Okay, let's try this."

In her mind, Charlotte focused on the pencil, willing it to move, drawing on whatever magic she had deep inside her and tried to pick it up.

But it didn't move.

"Well, I guess that answers that question," Charlotte muttered.

"Don't be so sure about that."

Charlotte tentatively looked up, and gave a quiet gasp. Everything, from the bed to the desk, and even Willow's hair was floating upwards. A few of the smaller items were even slowly spiraling around. It was like the gravity had been turned off. Only the pencil in Willow's hand remained still.

"Willow, what does this mean?" Charlotte asked shakily.

"Well," Willow began, "I think that, along with being a Slayer, you might also be a witch."