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>> An Un-Jolly Xander
:: An Un-Jolly Xander ::
by Emily
"This wasn't how it was supposed to end," Rupert Giles stated, his tone almost humorous. The situation was, indeed, quite funny, but he couldn't bring himself to laugh - at least not in front of the others. He took off his glasses and pulled out a clean handkerchief before beginning to polish them. It was simply what he did in times of crisis.Willow shook her head. "I just don't know what I did wrong!" she said, frustrated. She flipped through the large open book sitting on the desk before her and refused to look at the result of her botched spell. "I double-checked the ingredients, the incantation, the Latin translation..." she trailed off, thoughtfully, as she continued to flip through the pages. She bit her lip slightly in concentration, pausing as she carefully read a page of the enormous tome.
Giles perched his glasses back atop his nose, and opened his mouth hesitantly to speak. "Perhaps you-" Willow looked up from the page, cutting him off. "If you even suggest that I may have gotten the Latin wrong, I will make your tweed itchy for the rest of your book-loving life," she threatened, though there was no malice in her tone. "Don't think I don't know inane and seemingly unuseful spells, mister." She raised her eyebrows at him before turning back to her book, and he closed his mouth. No sense angering her; he didn't want the world to nearly end.. again. "Really," Xander piped up, his patience with his current attire growing thin. Instead of the damage to his eye being reversed, it had merely been complimented by full pirate-gear - peg leg and all. "When I said you guys could just start calling me one-eyed Jack, I didn't mean it!" he joked, his eyes bulging when he accidentally brandished his sword. At this point, Giles could no longer hold back his amusement, and let out a soft chuckle - which, of course, he quickly stifled and turned into a convincing cough.