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    You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name

    In the training room of the Magic Box, Willow was reading through the ancient Egyptian spell Giles had discovered.

    “I don’t think I can do this!” She whispered softly as she read the text for the third time.

    “Of course you can Willow. I believe in you!” Giles offered, squeezing her shoulder supportively as he spoke. Smiling weakly, Willow took a deep breath and focused her attention on both the spell and the required ingredients before letting out a huge sigh. “Are we all ready?” she asked.

    “Erm Will?” Buffy looked up from her place on the crash mats, “Ready for what?”

    Willow smiled, in her bid to get the spell as accurate as possible in her mind; she had neglected to inform the others as to what their parts would be in the spells. “You and Tara must sit facing each other and hold hands. I will cast a protection circle, y’know, just in case scary stuff turns up, then when the circle is cast, I’ll do the revelation spell and the connection of your hands will show you exactly what is causing the changes in Tara!” Willow explained slowly.

    “And why is it you’re not going to be in the circle?” Buffy asked.

    “Well the power of the circle will mean that anything that is already within it, or appears in it, will be contained. And if there’s something ookey, then I figured you’d be a better person to fight it than me!” Her cheeks flushed deeply at her admission but she held Buffy’s eye contact.

    “Can we get this done?” Tara asked softly.

    With the full agreement of everyone present, Buffy and Tara sat opposite each other, their hands resting softly in the others.

    Willow took a deep breath and reached for the large jar of sacred sand, after pausing briefly to work out which direction was North, she began pouring the rich red sand around the two women before beginning the spell in a clear, controlled voice.

    “I conjure thee, O Circle of Power, that thou beest

    a boundary between the world of men and the realms of the Mighty Ones;

    a meeting place of love and joy and truth;

    a shield against all wickedness and evil;

    a rampart and protection that shall preserve and contain

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