In the Summers' kitchen the next morning, the toaster popped up, and Buffy pulled out a freshly toasted half of a bagel. She took it to the island in the middle of the kitchen for more preparation.

Her mother came in, "Look what I found. It's my yearbook from junior year." She found herself. "Oh, look! There I am." She put the book down on the island and went to get a cup of coffee.

Buffy looked at the picture. "Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair."

"This is Gidget hair. Don't they teach you anything in history?"

"Well, it's really cool, but I gotta book."

"Well, I was thinking. I know the cheerleading thing didn't work out... Maybe you should think about joining the yearbook staff. I did, it was a lot of fun."

"Not really my tip, mom." She opened the refrigerator.

"I was, uh, photo editor. I got to be on every page, made me look much more popular than I was."

"And have you seen the kids that do yearbook? Nerds pick on them." She walked to her bag.

In an insulted tone, Joyce replied, "Some of the best times I had in school were working on the yearbook!"

Buffy faced her. "Oh, this just in: I'm not you! I'm into my own thing."

"Your own thing, whatever it is, got you kicked out of school, and we had to move here to find a decent school that would take you!"

Buffy was hurt. She took her bag and started to go.

"Honey, uhhh..."

Buffy left.

Joyce was disgusted with herself. "Uhhh! Great parenting form! Little shaky on the dismount."

In the hall at the school, Cordelia walked past Willow and Xander in a daze.

"Cordelia, you haven't been mean to me all day. Is it something I've done?" It was as if Xander was talking to thin air. He directed his attention to Willow. "Okay, see how she has no clue that I'm even a mammal, much less a human being?"

Willow removed the pen from her mouth. "I see that."

"This is the invisible man syndrome. A blessing in Cordelia's case. A curse in Buffy's."

Willow closed her locker. "You're not invisible to Buffy." She chewed on her pen some more as they started to walk down the hall.

"It's worse! I'm just like a part of the scenery, like an old shoe. Or a rug that you walk on every day but don't even really see it."

Willow took the pen out of her mouth. "Like a pen that's all chewed up, and you know you should throw it away, but you don't, not 'cause you like it so much, more 'cause you're just used to..."

"Will, yeah, that is the point, you don't have to drive it through my head like a railroad spike. I'm gonna take your advice and not beat around the bush."

"Or I could be wrong! Maybe you should beat around the bush more."

"Nah, I gotta be a man and ask her out. Y'know, I gotta stop giving her ID bracelets, uh, subtle innuendoes, taking Polaroids outside of her bedroom window late at night, that last part is a joke to relieve the tension because here she comes."

Buffy came out of a classroom and walked toward them.

"Okay, into battle I go." Xander quickly turned to Willow. "Would you ask her out for me?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, startling her. Buffy saw Cordelia trying to work the combination on a locker. Xander pulled himself together. "No. Man." He let go of Willow. "Me battle." To Buffy, "Buffy! Would you like to, uh..."

Buffy reached Willow and Xander. "Is that even Cordelia's locker?"

They saw Cordelia give up and continue down the hall.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. What I'm saying is accompany me Friday night..."

Buffy watched Cordelia go and cut him off, "Xander, I have to, um..." She faced him. "We can make this up later. You don't mind, do you?" She gave him her book and followed Cordelia.

Xander whistled the sound of a bomb falling and exploding. Willow looked at him and continued chewing on her pen.

Buffy came out of the hall to the outdoors, looking around for Cordelia. She saw her and started to follow.

Mr. Pole, the Driver's Ed. Teacher, was waiting impatiently for Cordelia. He turned and saw her coming. "Nice of you to join us, Cordelia. We didn't keep you waiting or anything, did we? It's your turn to drive." He addressed the other students, "Okay, people, let's buckle up."

Cordelia went around the front of the car. "I don't wanna drive today, Mr. Pole."

"You've flunked Driver's Ed. twice already. Show me some moves, or you'll be taking the bus to college." He got into the car. Cordelia got in last. Buffy watched from behind a school bus.

"Okay. Check the brake. Check the mirror. Start the engine," Mr. Pole ordered.

Cordelia turned the key and the engine started, but she seemed out of it.

"Hello? Put the car in drive."

Cordelia struggled with the shifting lever.

"Let's move forward through the cones with a gentle even turn to the..."

The car took off backward, crashed into some signs and stopped. Cordelia got it in drive, and the car raced forward, burning rubber.

"Slow down. Slow, slow, turn right! Turn right!"

Cordelia lost control as the car raced along the course, knocking down cones and signs. Buffy began running after them.

"Brakes! Brakes!"

The car crashed through a fence and bushes and careened out onto the street, where it came to a sudden halt. Another car just managed to swerve around them.

"Everybody out!"

They all got out. Cordelia was in a daze, and she walked into the middle of the street. A delivery van was coming the other way, but it didn't slow down. Buffy came running. Cordelia turned to see the van coming and screamed. Buffy leaped over the Driver's Ed. car and grabbed Cordelia, pulling her down and out of the way. The van took out the open car door as Buffy and Cordelia rolled to a stop.

"Oh, my God, I, I can't see anything!" Cordelia wailed.

"It's, it's okay, it's..." Buffy finally caught sight of Cordelia's eyes. "Oh God!"

"What's happening? I can't see anything!"

Cordelia's eyes no longer has irises and were completely white.

In the library, the team was sitting at the table.

Giles had the answer. "Witchcraft. Blinding your enemy to disorient and disable them is, it's classic!"

"First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale," Xander, the forever jokester.

"Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?" Giles asked.

"Maybe because they met her?" Willow suggested.

Ms. Calendar couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Did I say that?" Willow was shocked that she'd been so bold.

" And setting Amber ablaze?" Ms. Calendar asked, curiously.

"Yeah, those guys don't hang..." Xander informed.

"They're both cheerleaders," Buffy stated.

"Someone doesn't like cheerleading," Giles said.

"Like you?" Buffy teased. She backed down at Giles' glare. "Sorry..."

"Or likes it too much..." Ms. Calendar suggested.

"Amy!" Willow cried out.

"Amy!" Buffy repeated in agreement.

"So, you guys are leaning towards Amy?" Xander.

"She's desperate to get on that team, and I've got this feeling she'd do just about anything to make her mom's dream come true," Buffy explained.

"Uh, let me make sure I have this right. This witch is casting horrible and disfiguring spells so that she can become a cheerleader?" Giles asked.

"Remember what I said about Texas?" Ms. Calendar asked knowingly.

"I'd been trying to forget," Giles answered wearily.

"Texas?" Xander asked.

"People actually kill to be cheerleaders there," Ms. Calendar answered.

"Ah."

"I think you're underestimating the amount of pressure a parent can lay on you, Giles," Buffy stated. "If you're not a picture perfect carbon copy they tend to wig."

"Cheerleading was kind of her mom's last hurrah," Willow added.

"Look, we still have to stop Amy." Xander stated. "We should grab her and..."

Ms. Calendar cut him off, "I think we should be sure she's the witch before we arouse her suspicions."

Giles nodded in agreement. "Yes, she's, she's capable of some fairly unpleasant things."

"Okay, alright." Buffy got up. "So, you're in high school, you are desperate to make the team and please your mom, so you turn to witchcraft. What's the first thing you're gonna do?"

"Check out the books on witchcraft!" Willow voiced her epiphany. She, Buffy, and Ms. Calendar went over to the computer to access the online library card catalog.

"Uh, no! No, that would be the last thing you would do! You don't wanna leave a paper trail. Forget that!"

"It'll just take a minute." Ms. Calendar told Xander.

Xander got up and stood behind them. "We don't have a minute! Cheerleaders are in danger. Buffy's in danger." He turned his attention to Buffy. "You were the first alternate, you are on the team now that Cordelia's out. You could be next. We gotta get you to a safe house."

"Xander..." Willow said.

"Yeah."

Willow exhaled.

Ms. Calendar read the monitor, "'Witches: Historic Roots to Modern Practice.' Checked out by Alexander Harris."

Buffy read also, "'The Pagan Rites', checked out by Alexander..."

"Alright, alright, it's not what you think."

"You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?" Willow guessed.

"Oh, well, uh, I-I guess it is what you think." That had been embarassing to admit with Ms. Calendar there.

"Have you all quite finished? We have to find a conclusive test. There may be something in here..." Giles paged through one of his many books. "Yes, this should do it. You'll need some of her hair, a little quicksilver and some aqua fortis."

"Well, that's just mercury and nitric acid. You can get that in the science lab," Willow stated helpfully.

Giles read, "'Heat ingredients and apply to witch, and if a spell has been cast in the previous 48 hours, witch's skin turns blue.' Hmm." He shut the book. "Oh, and you'll need some Eye of Newt."

In science class, Dr. Gregory held a frog up for the class to see. "Those of you in track one may begin your dissections... now." He indicated where the students should cut their frogs.

Meanwhile, Xander was trying to take his frog's eye out with tweezers.

Dr. Gregory carried on, "Those of you in track two, take your hydrochloric acid and your ammonium hydroxide and carefully pour them into your beakers." He began to pour.

Xander was still struggling with the frog's eye.

"Now slow, slow..."

"I can't." Xander gave up.

Willow grabbed the frog and took out its eye.

"...capping one, I'm being safe. And you get..."

Willow dropped the eye into a beaker. "Eye of Newt!"

The ingredients in Dr. Gregory's beaker reacted and began to bubble and smoke. "...that."

"How's Buffy doing with the hair?" Xander asked. They looked toward Buffy.

Lishanne was at another lab table, close to Buffy. "Isn't this exciting!" she spoke to her.

"Oh, yeah!" She spoke to Amy next. "Amy, help me. Um, which is the hydrochloric acid and which is the, uh, ammonium hydroxide?"

"Well, the bottle that says 'hydrochloric acid' is usually the hydrochloric acid."

"Read the bottles. Good concept!" Buffy laughed nervously and dropped her pencil. "Oops." She crouched down to pick up the pencil. She reached into Amy's bag and pulled some hair off of her brush. She got up and tried to pretend nothing happened. She glanced at Amy to gauge her reaction. Amy smiled back weakly. She noticed but pretended she didn't. Buffy waved her pencil and smiled back. She headed back to her lab table with an expression of relief at having avoided a close call. She put the hair on Willow's bench as she walked by. Willow picked up the hair and mixed it into the concoction. Amy looked back at them to see what they were doing. Willow and Xander looked back nervously.

Xander spoke in a low voice, "Wave 'Hi' to the nice little witch!"

Amy overheard and gave them another quick look.

Willow took the beaker and poured some of the liquid into a test-tube. "All set." She handed the tube to Buffy. "Do you have a plan?"

"Spill it on her. Try 'n' make it look natural."

"We're right behind you, only... further back." It was Xander's way of being supportive.

Buffy slowly made her way over to Amy.

Dr. Gregory spoke openly, "Lishanne, can you tell me why these chemicals have this reaction?"

Buffy poured some of the mixture onto Amy's arm and feigned an accident, drawing in her breath. She saw the liquid turn blue on contact.

"Lishanne?" Dr. Gregory repeated.

Amy apparently hadn't noticed the spill. She was looking over at Lishanne.

"Are you... Oh, my God!" Dr. Gregory freaked.

Buffy looked over at Lishanne now, too, and saw her shaking her head violently. Everyone saw that she no longer had a mouth. Buffy stared in amazement. She looked back at Amy, who looked amazed, too. Willow and Xander were also stunned.

In the hall, Buffy, Willow and Xander were discussing the result of their experiment

"Did you see?" Xander asked. "Amy was as freaked out as the rest of us."

"So it's not her?" Willow asked.

"The test was positive! She's our Sabrina. I just don't think she realizes what she's doing." Buffy was firm.

"Well, should we talk to her?" Willow asked.

"Maybe we should talk to her mother. I wonder if she knows what she's created."

Ms. Calendar walked into the library. "Any news?"

"No, the kids haven't come by." Giles was at the table, his nose in a book.

"Hm. Maybe the results were negative."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, if it had been positive, they'd have told you by now, wouldn't they?"

Giles nodded. "Perhaps...or perhaps not. You know how Buffy's been acting. She's been trying to do everything solo...and are you sure you're alright?"

Ms. Calendar laughed. "You've got a tight grip on your memory, don't you? That was two weeks ago. I'm fine."

"I see...There, um, there-there may be some...spells i-in particular th-that c-could do a lot of harm i-if the witch found out B-Buffy's been hunting for her..."

"Is that your way of asking for help with research?"

"Y-Yes, actually."

"Alright. But I'm doing it my way. You can browse through your books while I browse the web."

Giles scoffed.

"Well, do you want my help or not?"

Giles sighed.

"That's what I thought." She went over to one of the few computers and logged on.

At Amy's house, Amy walked through the front gate with determination. The gate had a gargoyle face on it. She entered the house and looked around for her mother. "Where are you?"

Catherine, Amy's mother, quickly turned off the TV and got up.

Amy saw her. "Another productive day in front of the TV?"

Catherine just looked back.

"I got a history report due tomorrow." Amy dropped her bag. "Write it!"

Catherine could only keep looking and sighed.

Amy thought, considering. "I should be on that team by now. But instead Miss Buffy and friends are sneaking around stealing bits of my hair."

Catherine shook her head.

Amy opened her hand, and out dropped Buffy's bracelet. "I'll be upstairs."

Catherine watched her go.