Disclaimers, etc see part one.
Author’s Note: Willow’s turn at a drabble.
Spoilers for the end of Season Six.
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Under the Stars (Love at First… Constellation.)
Willow had found refuge on the roof. Her first week teaching
at Hogwarts had been hectic, even with Giles’s help. The second had been
the same; the eleventh had been hell. Probably not literally hell, but she
could always ask.
The middle of week twenty found her on the roof of the north
tower staring at the stars. She preferred to think of time in teaching weeks;
it was easier than thinking of time in the days since Tara had died. She also
counted arguments with Severus.
They were ways of marking the past; she couldn’t count
the future anymore.
The quiet reprieve of the night was interrupted by footsteps
in the tower-room and the muted screeching of someone climbing onto the roof.
Willow refused to move and so found herself lying next to a short pale witch
with an oddly appropriate name.
Stella grinned at her.
“What are you doing on my roof?” she asked
“My girlfriend named all the constellations
herself,” Willow told her instead. “She said the old ones
didn’t make sense. That’s the pineapple.”
“The pumpkin,” Stella added pointing.
Willow smiled. And wondered how many more they could find
before the night had to end.