Things were-- well they were *kinda* looking up. Of course Willow as with the happy that Angel was back and Angelus was-- wherever Angelus was when Angel was Angel and she so didn't really want to know where that vampire went she hoped it was Hell. And yay for Giles being back! Even if Willow felt kinda really guilty for not keeping in touch with her mentor.
But with everything that had gone on she'd had more important things on her mind. Like Buffy pushing her away and not letting Willow comfort her. That had kinda stung. Then there was this big, looming, geronimous, gigantic issue that had Willow so upset. She'd been able to stuff Angel's soul back into him *twice*. She was the only living person to survive ensouling Angel. She'd turned all potentials on earth - and maybe some weird dimensions no one knew about - into Slayers. She had the power of a *goddess* for freak sake! There was *no* witch on earth more powerful then Willow Rosenberg.
And yet she had not been able to put Angel's soul back into the vampire. It made her feel inadequate, unhelpful, stupid, useless-- lots of words like that and most starting with 'un'. It wasn't a feeling she'd had in a long, long time.
With the power of magic had come the confidence. The arrogance too, sure, but she'd gotten over that. But the confidence had stayed. The sure knowing that she could *do* stuff. Easily. And then not being able to do *this*, which she had been able to do *twice*.
It just didn't compute. She'd failed Angel. She'd failed Buffy. And in a way she'd failed Giles too. So while she was happy that Angel was back and kept that smile on her face in front of her friends, Willow was worried. Lots worried.
And now she had a meeting with Giles. This for some reason made her nervous. Willow was so *sure* he was gonna lecture her, or berate her, or worse, put the blame on her. Not that she hadn't done all those things herself, but it was always way worse coming from Giles. The man she saw as her shining example, her mentor, and her second father.
At least she wasn't too late for their meeting, even though she wasn't surprised to see Giles was already there. Willow contemplated getting her favorite mocha latte but then figured that Willow on a sugar rush wasn't what Giles would want to see. Not right now anyway. So instead she marched to the corner table and sat down.
"Hey," she said, plastering that smile back on her wave and giving Giles a characteristic Willowy wave with her hand. "Are you having coffee?" she asked, eyes going wide with shock. Coffee? Giles? So not of the good! "They got tea here too, you know."