She actually had to think about that. Magic had become such a normal thing for Willow, had become such a big part of who she wast that the little things barely ever got noticed. Like 'did the spell leave like normal'. She was getting to lax again when it came to magic, Willow decided, and that was never ever a good thing.
Before you knew it she was out there being mean to Dawn, trying to kill Buffy, hurting Xander and throwing Giles against ceilings. Oh and that would be right before she tried to, you know, end the world. Again. She might actually succeed this time, considering she had even more power now and it was *focused*.
Or she hoped it was focused. Not being able to get Angel's soul back had her doubt that.
"Yeah, yeah I think it left like normal." Yeah, she couldn't remember feeling anything strange, so it had to have left like normal. Right?
"Someone-- what? No, no, it was that Angel specific spell thingy. I mean, Angelus specific. The one Je-- Jenny had," she explained, giving the man sitting across from her a sad smile at the mention of his once lover.
Besides that, how many other people were there out there with a soul that worked like a jojo that sometimes got separated from its string? Not to many, Willow hoped, cause geeze... that would be scary.
"Uh, yeah I have. That all worked normal, but those were little spells, you know? Lighting a candle, making protective pouches - which was totally to late since I made them after Bu--" Green eyes went wide when she nearly tattled on Buffy and the fact that Angelus had beat her up. Badly. Woops!
"Anyway, the-the small spells worked. But I've been doing with the researching mostly since that spell to get Angel's soul back hasn't worked and it should have like it did twice before and I haven't tried anything *big* since then but I was thinking maybe uhm... Maybe the scythe spell super slayers everywhere kinda-- drained me?" Willow doubted it. She didn't *feel* drained. At all. And she knew drained.