We're off to see the wiccan, the wonderful wiccan of...uh, yeah...

[midnight_wiccan]

I watched Buffy leave us and gave an approving whistle.

"Wow", I looked at Dawn, "The shiny butchers knife, not your sister, SO not your sister--not that there's anything wrong with her but...you still haven't staked me?"

I took this moment to rescuscitate myself and start my heart going again.

"So....want to learn some magic...or maybe just you

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[dawn_thekey]

I turned my attention to Nick after hearing him whistle as my sister left. Then he turned into a big ole babble fest about how he was referring to the knife and not my sister and ended with him saying I haven't staked him yet. Now why would I go and do a thing like that

[midnight_wiccan]

I followed Dawn up the stairs to go find Willow.

They say curiosity killed the cat but they never say what that cat was doing. At least I could rest assured that the cat wasn't practicing wiccan magic, so in that area I was safe I guess.
I looked straight ahead briefly and caught sight of Dawn's butt, I cleared my throat and looked where I was standing.
Laces can be very interesting if you try hard enough.

"So...what's Willow like?"

I hope she wasn't going to be snippy or something about having to educate younger people in the ways of cosmic inbalance...or...something.
Maybe she was some kinf of blonde elvish type looking person...the kind you'd expect to be an angel or a heavenly goddess or something.
I much preferred that to demonic looking with firey hair and horns and big jagged teeth and claws and...stuff.

We stopped outside one of the rooms.

"This it?"

[dawn_thekey]

As we made our way up the stairs Nick asked what Willow was like. So as we continued to walk I told him

[not_an_amazon]

It had taken a while to clean up the pictures that we'd scattered about on the floor. Not like there was an abundance of them, or anything, but I had to pick them all off the floor, sort them by year and then by who was in the picture. Alphabetically.

I'd like to continue insisting I'm not crazy, but I had a lurking suspicion that this was worse than color-coding my class notes.

Needless to say, by the time I was done with the whole endeavor, I never got to walk off and see what Dawn was so anxious to see. By the time I had finished re-organizing all the photographs, I just sort of crawled into bed and fell right back to sleep.

Only to be woken who-knows-when by something bouncing on my bed. A little Dawn something. Introducing me to someone called "nick".

Definitely was the best time for such a thing.

"Nicet'meetcha,Nic'" I said sleepily, my words slurred.

[dawn_thekey]

I smiled as Willow woke up and you could tell she was totally out of it as to how she said her hello. Guess she really was tired. But no time to sleep now, there was learning that needed to be had.

I looked to Nick as he started to ramble..and I couldn't help but smile again. It's official I was falling for him. But then I'm not seeing a bad side here. At least not from where I am sitting anyway.

"Well as I mentioned before he is one of Cordy's cousin I had met earlier. He also has a sister named Nicole who is a slayer. But Nick here got the cooler of powers. He, I am guessing got Cordy's visions passed down to him and he knows some magic to. But to make things short...er. He wants to learn to control his powers. So kinda teach him like you are with me. Only difference is, he already has them...he just needs to tap into them."

I looked to Nick.

"Was that help enough?" I smiled once again.

[not_an_amazon]

Right, that was a way to wake a girl up. Untapped, uncontrolled talents? Not good for sleeping at night. Or the world in general.

Speaking from first-hand experience here.

"Yeah, not a problem" I said, smiling, "It's good that you want to learn some control, although I'm told there's really no control for the visions. You're kinda at the mercy of a higher power with those, and they seem to think that giving visions is an extreme sport. For the person that's getting them. That is if your visions are anything like Cordy's were..." Now I'd gone from practically laconic, to babbling on.

Great job, Wil!

This was the sort of situation that made me miss Tara. She was great at the whole 'screwed by fate, you must be responsible for your powers' speech. All I could say was 'be good or you'll go all veiny and try to destroy the world'.

What right did I have to be a role-model again?

[midnight_wiccan]

"It's good that you want to learn some control, although I'm told there's really no control for the visions. You're kinda at the mercy of a higher power with those, and they seem to think that giving visions is an extreme sport. For the person that's getting them. That is if your visions are anything like Cordy's were...""Mind splitting, vomit inducing, flashes of random images that even the most talented person would have to think about to make sense, plus the loss of bodily control in the real world resulting in physical injury due to body hitting floor? They might be

[dawn_thekey]

I patted the bed letting Nick know he didn't have to stand, he could have a seat. After that I laid back, letting my head fall onto one of the pillows. I kinda just laid back and listened to Willow talk about control and Nick explain how his visions worked. And by the sounds of it and what Cordy had told me, sounds like they were having pretty much the same kinda visions.

"Why did Cordy have visions? Cordelia was just an annoying cheerleader, fashion queen type. Doing anything fighting evil I just can't see happening. Besides, why would the visions go to me? HOW would they go to me?"I remembered those days. He should talk to Buffy or even Willow could tell him some interesting stories of her good ole Sunnydale days...they actually lived through the joys that were Cordelia. I only heard Buffy complain about her when she got home from school. But after she left Sunnydale and we eventually got in touch, she had changed she wasn't that annoying cheerleader anymore