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Willow goes to her first Wicca group.
INT. COMMONS - AFTERNOON (DAY) Willow sits in the circle of wannabe
wicca's. There are about ten of them, some in chairs, some on the floor. As we find them the circle is quiet, all eyes shut and hands outspread, palms up, as Nicole recites.
We come together, the Daughters of Gaia, sisters to the moon. We walk with the darkness, the wolf is at our side. Through the water fall of power, to the blackest heart of Eternity. (opens her eyes) I think we should have a bake sale.
I don't know...
You guys like a bake sale, right? We need money for the dance recital. And you know I do an empowering lemon bundt. As the girls are talking, we focus on one
girl in particular. TARA sits on the floor, making herself as small as
possible. When she speaks, The most important thing is the Gaia Newsletter. We need to get the message of blessing out to the sisters. Also, who left their scented candles dripping all over my womyn-power shrine?
Well, this is good, this is all fun... a bake sale, some baked goods there... But there's also other stuff... that we might show interest in... as a wicca group...
Like what?
Well, there's the wacky notion of spells... you know: conjuring, transmutation...
Oh yea, and then we can all get on our broomsticks and ride around on our broomsticks!
You know, certain stereotypes are not very empowering...
I think that --
One person's energy can suck the power right out of the circle, no offense. The girls look at each other -- who is this loser?
Well, mmmmaybe --
Yeah? Tara? Guys, quiet. You have a suggestion? Completely embarrassed by the attention, Tara just smiles and shakes her head.
Okay. Then let's talk about the theme for the bacchanal. Willow looks defeated. Tara looks at Willow. 
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM HALL - NIGHT The girls enter the hall, talking. It's crowded and lively.
So, not stellar, huh?
Talk! All talk: blah blah Gaia blah blah moon, menstrual lifeforce power... I thought after a few sessions we'd get into something real, but...
No actually witches in your witch group.
Buncha wannablessedbe's. It's just a fad. Nowadays every girl with a henna tattoo and a spice rack think she's a sister to the dark ones.
Sorry it was a bust. I know you were looking to go further in that department.
Well, I'd like to float something bigger than a pencil someday...
INT. COMMONS - MORNING There are a lot of people here, but it's totally different. Quiet, for one thing. People stand in groups, touching, writing things on notepads, all with questioning looks. The occasional person runs through the room in panic. One girl is crying in her boyfriend's arms. Tara makes her way into the room, looking about her shyly. Someone drops a bottle of Snapple or some such. It smashes on the floor, startling everyone a bit. Sheepishly, the person moves to clean it. Tara looks about for someone. Not seeing them, she exits.
INT. TARA'S ROOM - NIGHT Next to the book, we see a bunch of notes made out about spells -- another book lies open to the section: Spells of Speech and Silence. Next to that is the school directory, with the underlined entry: WILLOW ROSENBERG.......STEVENSON, RM 214 and her phone number. Tara gathers up her books, heads for the door. Hand on the knob, she takes a moment to compose herself. Exits. EXT. CAMPUS - NIGHT She walks quickly through the empty campus, throwing glances about her. Naturally, she drops her books. We see her from behind, at a distance, stopping to pick them up. Two Gentlemen float into frame from behind camera. REVERSE ANGLE: Tara is in foreground, oblivious, as the two leering specters approach, some thirty feet behind. Finally she senses something, turns around. ANGLE: TARA'S POV They smile right at us. Their Footmen coming out from behind them, loping our way. Soundlessly, she screams, abandoning her books and scrambling away. She heads for the dorms, turning a corner just ahead of the Footmen, the Gentlemen bringing up the rear. INT. THIRD DORM HALL - NIGHT Tara bursts in, running in a dead panic. She
stops at a door in the middle INT. GIRL'S DORM ROOM - CONTINUING - NIGHT The girl whose door it is sits terrified in bed, not knowing what is out there. INT. THIRD DORM HALL - CONTINUING (NIGHT) Tara pounds -- and the Gentlemen enter the
hall, heading INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUING - NIGHT Tara runs up the stairs. INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM HALL - A MOMENT LATER Tara turns the corner here and starts banging on doors. INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - CONTINUING - NIGHT Willow is awake -- she hears the running and the pounding. Hesitantly, she approaches her door. INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORMHALL - CONTINUING (NIGHT) Tara is pounding on the door. INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - CONTINUING (NIGHT) Summoning her courage, Willow reaches for the door -- INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM HALL - CONTINUING The door swings open in front of Tara. A Gentleman stands behind it. Grinning right
at her, the heart of a student Tara starts back -- just as the first team of Gentlemen reach the hall. Their Footmen come charging around them and head for the girl. Tara barrels down the hall. She looks back at her pursuers -- just as Willow comes out of HER room -- Tara slams into her and they both tumble, the door slamming shut. Quickly, they scramble up, head out of the hall together. Willow is limping from the crash. INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUING - NIGHT They start down the stairs, moving as fast as they can, the Footmen hard behind. INT. LAUNDRY ROOM - A MOMENT LATER The girls enter and slam the door behind them, lock it. A Footman slams into it from the other side. Again -- it's clearly going to give. In the middle of the room by a pillar, several feet in front of the door, is a coke machine. Willow moves toward it, tries pushing it, Tara falling in to help. No go. She takes a step back and stumbles on her bad leg, going clumsily to the ground. She thinks a moment. Then, sitting up, she concentrates on the soda machine. Stares at it, brow furrowed. Tara watches her. It shakes. It moves -- all of an inch. Exhausted, Willow stops. It's too big. The door nearly slams off its hinges. Tara sits by Willow and slips her hand into Willow's. Fingers intertwining. Willow looks up at Tara. A beat. As one, they turn to the soda machine. It flies back into the door like a cannonball. Willow looks at it, at Tara. She doesn't let go her hand.
INT. COMMONS - DAY There is a great deal of commotion, kids playing, chatting -- happy to be able to talk again. Willow and Tara find a relatively quiet corner together.
You were there looking for me?
(nods) I thought m-m-maybe we could do a spell... make people talk again. I'd seen you... in the group, the w-w-wicca group. You were... different than them. They didn't seem to know...
What they were talking about? Tara smiles shyly: exactly.
I think if they saw a w-w-witch they would... run away.
Yeah. So how long have you been practicing?
Always. I mean, since I was little... My mom used to... she had a lot of power. Like you.
Oh, I'm not -- I don't have much in the way of power, really, I mean most of my potions come out... soup. Also spells going awry, friends in danger -- I'm definitely nothing special.
No, you are. She looks Willow in the eye as she says it. She means it. A moment, and she looks away again, embarrassed by her forwardness. The two share a sweet look -- the beginning
of a real connection.
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