Well darn. She had perked up when Giles had said he didn't think she *couldn't* do magic anymore. But Willow had slumped down again when he said someone might be blocking her. She didn't think so, cause wouldn't she feel that? Hello! Most powerful witch in the world kinda. One would think she'd notice if someone tried to block her.
She had before. Back in LA when Cordelia had been... evil. Well, more evil, Willow couldn't help but think. Oh yeah, high-school still was fresh in her memory. And kinder garden, junior high and so on and so on and Cordelia had been there. Luckily so had Xander. And-- Jesse.
Anyway. She had been kinda hoping Giles would do his ripper mojo and proclaim that there was nothing wrong with her magic. Cause that was the whole problem see? She didn't *feel* as if there was anything wrong. In her eyes the spell she'd done twice before and hadn't done any different this time? *Should* have worked.
Except it hadn't. And that she didn't get.
"No, didn't feel any different," Willow said, not at a calming down much with Giles' line of questioning. "In fact it felt like it shoulda work. Except, you know, it *didn't*. It should have! I felt the spell leave like always and then-- It didn't work."
She grew thoughtful at Giles last question. Did anything strange happen? Other then the usual? She shrugged after a moment and then shook her head. "Can't remember anything strange. Maybe its gotta do with the way he lost his soul? I dunno. I put it back twice before and both times he totally lost it differently." Once by accident, once on purpose and then it got stolen. Stolen.