WHO: Willow & Oz WHEN: Friday night. WHAT: Reunion The Squeal. WHERE: Oz's Room. RATING: PG STATUS: Active.
With all the things that had gone on over the last three years of her life Willow knew a weaker woman would have fallen if they were in her shoes. So many things had kept her going friends, love, and her passion to fight the good fight and keep a balance in the world of good vs evil to the best of her power. What she was missing right now however was home and for her Los Angeles would never be it because she didn't like the never leaving taunt of darkness that plagued the city.
She was not long back from England and she'd finally settled into the room that seemed to have been made for her and yes her name was on the door, it was close enough to the library so she could keep a close eye on things and no doubt work more then sleep. Giles had told her Oz had shown up and she was surprised. To make things easier on both of them she figured it was best if she took it upon herself to seek him out instead of a random bump in the halls of the buildings.
Willow looked a little different these days then he would remember a lot less fuzz, more confidence then ever before and much longer hair that crept past her shoulders. She had on one of her favorite lavender long sleeve shirts and a flowly jean skirt to match. Pushing some hair around her ear Willow knocked on the door hoping he would answer. The witch bit her lip and finally it cracked open, she smiled soft. “Hey, I thought it would be less wiggy if I came to find you..Um I think talking needs to happen, maybe over some sort of yummy food and fizzy drinks?” She nodded hopeful.