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Oz nodded at Buffy, acknowledging her gratitude. He then glanced over to Willow. He couldn't help it. He watched her as she read through the page. She seemed so determined. Willow has a nice heart. But....was she helping him because it was her past nature? Or was she helping him to rid him of her lost love's face? Oz was better off no analyzing the situation. He felt his heart drop a bit every time he saw her, knowing that she didn't see him.

But what about that Kennedy girl? She called her baby the other night. Surely she was her new love interest. BUt how is Willow being fair to her when she was thinking of Tara. The whole thing just gave Oz a headache.

The lady quickly placed some strands of hair behind her ear. The door opened with a young girl facing her. Her eyes could not help but scout beyond her, hoping another person would approach the door.

"Excuse me," she said. Her voice seemed soft, but almost sung of spring time. She looked away for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"I am looking for the person in charge of this place. I was told that I may find some help here." Her eyelashes danced in unison as she blinked a couple of times.

She adjusted her coat with a couple of stroke from her hands. Her hands finally joined as she gripped them and waited for a response.

Willow completed her cleansing, which was a fairly simple ritual, and began cleaning everything up. SHe gathered everything into the basket, and fixed the carpet, then stood and looked around the room.
Tara. Oz.
She stalked over and grabbed Oz by the arm, pulling him behind the bar.
"Here, hold this," she demanded as she handed him the basket.
"We need stuff. We're gonna do this in my bedroom, cuz I really don't need Buffy or anyone else interrupting me. We can't have you turning into Warren or Jonathan or hell... Angelus or something."
Willow began tossing handfuls of things into the basket, a crystal here, some sage there, a length of yak intestine.. some other disgusting smelling stuff, and when she was done, she gazed at the dwindling bit of supplies.
"Gonna have to go shopping after this."
She took Oz's free hand, and began to head upstairs to her room, pulling him behind.
"Come with me, we're gonna fix this, I promise."
She was no longer confused and muddled. She'd had it with all this waiting and putting off, and planned to resolve everything today.

The lady kept her hands hugging themselves as she studied Miss Summers for a moment. For a moment warm air tickled her as a light wind blew her hair forward. Her eyes pictured confusion as she stared at Buffy, at her hand, then back at Buffy.

"I'm sorry, did you say you're in charge?" She combed her hair behind her shoulder. “I guess I was expecting someone…older.” The accent that played with her tongue painted adorable innocence that foreshadowed a little something more.

She stared at her hands for moment. Realizing her rudeness, she looked up at Miss Summers and continued conversing.

“I’m sorry; that was very rude of me. My apologies. How rude of me.” A faint smile finally grew on her face as she stood at the doorway. “I was informed that I could find what I needed here. You see, I don’t know how to say this….but, I need help involving the supernatural.” Her eyes locked with Miss Summers. The smile was gone. The warm air faded.

"Buff..." Angel started but she had already left the room. Angel turned to Lorne. "I'm sure the guy is alright. He IS a demon hunter and can probably take care of himself considering his strength. Just...don't worry about it, Lorne..."

Angel left the room, following Buffy. He came up behind her as she was introducing herself to some...strange woman. Angel came up behind Buffy and wrapped his arms around her waist again, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Who's this?"

Faith, after being asleep for much of the day, awoke to the smell of the chinese food and made her way downstairs, still dressed in her pajamas. She bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, seeing Phoenix.
"Hello there, Phoenix."

She grabbed one of the many plates and made her way to the table.
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Steph had been out walking the city, and had lost track of time. She dodged the lady now standing the foyer talking to Buffy and made her way to the kitchen, smelling the food upon entering.

"We need a party or something. It's depressing around here."

Willow watched Oz's new face carefully, trying to detect him underneath the guise of Tara.
She wasn't altogether sure how to respond. Be cold? Be overly nice?


Be honest?

She settled for ignoring the question.
She smiled slightly, betraying none of her inner turmoil, and pushed her bed to the edge of the wall, revealing her pentacle.
"Oz, I'll need for you to sit in the center...." she inhaled deeply, "naked."
She grabbed the basket and sat down at the southernmost point of the pentagram's star, and began to arrange her paraphernalia.
"I ought to be.. too.. but I.. well, I just don't think..."
She stuttered, then stopped talking.