overallsandcrayons:

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Organizing Giles’ own personal library had been a lot harder than she’d thought. Apart from the fragile nature of some of the more choice texts she’d handled, there was always more of them that seemed to be popping up. Just when she’d had the shelve organized to her liking, she’d find another box of books somewhere in the corner. After that, she’d have to completely tear down the organized shelve, and start again. The list the Englishman had provided to her hadn’t been helping things either. The question had become not how long it would take, but rather, how many books he actually had.

And then there was the fact that some of the volumes were missing. Most had been rescued before the high school had been blown up, the mayor inside with it. But a few were still MIA. At first, Willow had wondered if she had them at the apartment with Tara, but upon further investigation, a phone call with Tara, she’d found that they didn’t have them. That didn’t leave her with many options when it came to where the volumes might be. 

And all of that had led her to phoning Cordelia, just to see if Angel might have the volumes at the office.

“Cordelia?” It’s Willow…”

        “Willow, hey! It’s been a while.”

Despite the fact that they pretty much stayed in touch (at least
compared to the rest of the Sunnydale crew), this was the first
time Willow had  called  in  a  long  while,  so  hearing  her  old
classmate’s  voice over the phone was a pleasant surprise for
Cordelia.   Though it was highly likely that the reason she was
 calling was much less pleasant, but they’d get to that eventually.

                           "How are things over at the Hellmouth?“