12054/A Little Magic

A Little Magic
Date of Scene:	21 August 2020
Location:	The Magic Box, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Jennifer stops in at the Magic Box looking for Buffy, and meets Willow instead.
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Kale, Willow Rosenberg

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Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale has been in Sunnydale for a while, now, and she's already figuring out that things aren't entirely normal here. First there was Harry, one of the local magi, then Buffy the Slayer. And the magic shop that's really a MAGIC shop.

There's something actually comfortable about the Magic Box, at least as far as Jen is concerned. There's no pretending here. No pretense of fake tricks and stuffed rabbits. The real deal.

Jennifer walks into the shop with a soda in one hand, taking a sip along the way. "Hey there, Buff..." she calls out, an almost-spill distracting her attention.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Ah! There are two sides to the Magic Shop: your 'paganesque' type of magic (which is to say, nothing at all), and the 'Magic' magic, for which the are few and far between.

Today Willow is watching the store. "Huh, oh. Buffy. Um, she's not here right now, can I write your name and give it to her?"

All things compared, it was weird that everybody comes looking for Buffy. She really did not know magic. Then again, they really didn't need magic, they needed the Slayer.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale juggles a bit with the soda can, succeeding in preventing a cola-disaster just in time to look over to the non-Buffy at the counter. "Oh, hi there. Are you Willow or Giles? Buffy wasn't exactly specific on matching genders with names, now that I think about it, but she did say that I should meet you. Both. Whichever one you are."

Pause. Slurp. "I'm Jennifer Kale, a sorcerer from Florida." Switching the can to her other hand, she can't think of what to do next, so offers a handshake.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
*giggles*

"Do I look like a boy?" Willow shakes her head, and laughs. "Hi, I'm Willow. Were you looking for something in particular?" Sorcery could mean a whole lot of things. But then again, Buffy had mentioned Giles. Sure he wasn't a sorcerer but he was a Watcher.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Having met 'The Slayer', Jennifer took the time to also read up on Watchers. Blue eyes brighten at that and she flashes a grin. "Nope, you're definitely *not* a boy." she replies, resting a hand on the counter. "And I'm glad we got the chance to meet. Buffy said you were also the 'real deal'."

Another slurp of soda follows and Jen leans in a bit, squinting and tilting her head. "So what's your poison? I've looked around enough to know that most of the shit in here is real. Witchcraft, or something else?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"She did?" Willow's estimation of Jennifer went up. "Most of what we supply are things like candles and herbs. That kind of thing." Mind you, Willow used those too. "Do you mean what does the shop have, or me? Most of all we have books. Most real magic is innate." Which makes her frown. She really has to get over that. "Sometimes."

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale remains leaning on the counter, and she nods in agreement. "You're right about that, of course. I just guessed witchcraft might be your thing from the name." she replies. "As for me, the Kale family goes back through a long line of post-Atlantean cultists of Zhered-Na. So it's in my blood. But that doesn't mean the whole candles and herbs bit doesn't help." Another slurp follows, then she waggles the empty can. "Got a trash can?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Well, no." Willow thinks *what* did she do. "Mostly, I scry with my laptop. Some protection. Oh, I do a little force lightning." She waits for Jennifer to be aghast. After all, it was force lightning.

Then, quietly, she adds, "I can do most anything ritual if I have time. I don't really tell people that." Not really even Buffy.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale lifts a blonde brow at that. "Force lightning...?" she repeats, smile becoming wry. Okay, we'll go with that. But something else caught her attention as well. "I never thought of mixing magic and technology, though. Then again, my teacher was old-fashioned. And, well, really old." As far as Jennifer was concerned, Dakihm had been alive forever. He was definitely over 65.

The blonde girl's expression becomes a little more serious, then. "You probably shouldn't, either. I've seen what can happen when rituals go bad. There's a man in Florida who is now an indestructible swamp monster as a result of a ritual. A least that's what I *think* it was. I'd ask, but he doesn't talk. Good friend of mine, though."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"They don't think of me with regards to that. But I did help others who really needed that.." She still remembered how difficult holding the one side of the 'tube' that led Apokolips, and rescue Superman. "Mostly they want easy things. Sometimes I wish there would be something I could be best at. But really, I am not the Slayer, so."

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale shakes her head slowly at that. "Yeah, well I'm not the Slayer either. But that doesn't mean I can't help sometimes." She straightens, then, letting out a sigh. "I just sometimes wish there was a little -warning- before things went to shit, y'know? Some little voice that said 'Hey, Jen, the talking ducks are gonna be visiting later this afternoon. Make sure you've showered and shaved your pits...'. Or something."

Jennifer glances away, then brightens. "Oh there it is." Soda can, meet trash can. *clank* Licking her fingertip, Jennifer writes a phone number in luminous characters in the air. "So listen, Wil. Here's my number. Text me yours, and let's get together sometime. We can conjure up beer and pizza or something." The seriousness returns, if only briefly, and she adds. "Or call me if the universe goes sideways and you need somebody to watch your back..."