Who: Rupert Giles and Ethan Rayne What: Divination magic When: Week Eight, Wednesday evening Where: Giles' flat in the Pod Status: Active, obvs.
While breakfast with Ritchie had been particularly illuminating, as far as giving him a few ideas as to who might've been behind the cursed clothing, that was about all it had done. He'd spent the rest of the afternoon in the library's storeroom, surveying the supplies in the storehouse against several different books.
By the time he was done, he had pulled a basketful of supplies from the shelf, and realized it was going to take more than just one person to pull off a divination of this magnitude, especially given the power that had been floating around with some of the other spells in the city lately.
It didn't occur to him to ask Willow for help, because he didn't want to involve her in something potentially dangerous to her or her state of mind, depending on how dark the energy they would tap into was. It did occur to him, however, that there was one other person he'd trust to do this, because they'd both done worse before.
Ethan usually slept during the day, which was fine with Giles; he'd have no problem waiting until Ethan woke. In fact, he took advantage of the time and laid out the proper supplies, using a black dropcloth and chalk to draw the sacred circles and sigils, and a nice, hot shower to purify himself.
Once he was ready, Giles sat inside one of the circles, naked as the day he was born, and closed his eyes to wait on Ethan to wake up.