||[Dec. 10th, 2004|05:48 pm]
Xander had gone to Spike's, with the knowledge that Dawn could be hiding out there, it's not like it wouldn't be a first time deal. Anya had muttered something about how the crypt was too dirty, and said she'd be of more use to look for Dawn by herself. As long as we had some sort of plan, I was fine. Mostly. Okay, worried sick wouldn't be a gross exageration. Perching on the arm of the couch, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think of all the places she could be. I knew I could go through her address book, call her friends, that was the typical teenage thing, right? But that would take so long, and could be fruitless, when there were so many quciker ways of going about it. Magickally speaking. Gods, this was my fault. Dawnie girl was angry at me. I had get her back, explain to her, make her feel better. First thing's first, though, always is. Tara needs to help me, that's for darn certain.
"A spell," I said, looking at Tara, standing up. "We do a spell." Nervous-excitement blossomed in my chest at the thought that we could get the Slayer's little sister back so easily. "A-a Dawnie searching spell. And-and we'll see where she is, clear as day, and we'll bring her back and I or-or none of of us will have screwed up at all. And she can be suitably grounded and I'll feed her hot chocolate." And then we'll all rest easy and go back to what we do best... interfering with major magicks for the greater good and screwing it up. Ugh. Try not to think about it.