BtVS Double Drabble: Final Ingredient
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badly_knittedTitle: Final Ingredient
Fandom: BtVS
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Willow, Buffy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 387: Bone at
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drabble_zone.Spoilers/Setting: Late Season 3.
Summary: Willow has hit a snag with the potion she’s making.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I just need one more thing for this potion,” Willow said, studying the spell book again. “I’ve got the other ingredients, but…” She trailed off, frowning.
“What is it?” Buffy smiled at her friend. “I can pick it up for you from the Magic Box, it’s no trouble. I’ve got to stop by the dry cleaners anyway to collect my coat. It got slimed the other night.”
“Um…” Willow hesitated. “I’m not exactly sure, it just says Bone. I mean, will any bone do? Or should it be a human bone, one from the demon, a finger bone, a leg bone, what?” She sat back, folding her arms. “As spell books go, this one’s not very helpful.”
“Is it one of Giles’ books? ‘Cause if it is, you should call him. Maybe he knows.”
Willow actually huffed at that. “I’m supposed to be able to do this stuff by myself. What kind of witch am I if I have to keep asking other spellcasters for help?” She glared at the book again. “Oh, wait! There are footnotes, how did I not see that before? Hey! I can use a chicken bone!”
“Great! Might be some in the trash.”
“Oh, fun.”
The End
“What is it?” Buffy smiled at her friend. “I can pick it up for you from the Magic Box, it’s no trouble. I’ve got to stop by the dry cleaners anyway to collect my coat. It got slimed the other night.”
“Um…” Willow hesitated. “I’m not exactly sure, it just says Bone. I mean, will any bone do? Or should it be a human bone, one from the demon, a finger bone, a leg bone, what?” She sat back, folding her arms. “As spell books go, this one’s not very helpful.”
“Is it one of Giles’ books? ‘Cause if it is, you should call him. Maybe he knows.”
Willow actually huffed at that. “I’m supposed to be able to do this stuff by myself. What kind of witch am I if I have to keep asking other spellcasters for help?” She glared at the book again. “Oh, wait! There are footnotes, how did I not see that before? Hey! I can use a chicken bone!”
“Great! Might be some in the trash.”
“Oh, fun.”
The End
