Payback's A Witch Named Willow

“...And the pointy hats?”

“Not even at Hallowe'en.” Willow confirmed, glad to be back on safer ground – sort of.

They'd spent the last few hours talking about the technical aspects of magic and spellcasting, and how it fit into the realm of science. She'd tried her best to answer his questions, giving them the thought and consideration they deserved, because he was making a real effort to understand. He was a man who worked on facts and logic, and was trying to fit this new revelation into his world view.

Actually, she'd enjoyed it. She'd never really thought about the science behind the spells she did. Everything was usually all laid out for her. Say these words in this order, with this hand gesture and this was the result. Put these ingredients together, say these words and place the finished product here, and this is what will happen – or not happen. But actually trying to understand why certain ingredients worked this way together, but only with the right words, was beyond her.

It was invigorating to challenge herself in this way. This was something she'd have to get back to, because it certainly warranted further study.

But now they were back to stereotypes and myths. They'd thankfully glossed over the whole 'burned at the stake' thing, because she still hadn't told him about vampires, demons and the occasional apocalypse.

She figured she'd break that to him more slowly, a bit at a time.

Later. Much, much later.

“This whole magic thing is still a little hinky to me.” he admitted after a short silence. “Floating a book can be explained if you believe in stuff like telekinesis.”

Willow never would have picked him for the science fiction type.

“Are you sure it's not just some funky mind power?” he asked her. And the fact that he sounded like he really wanted her to say that, threw her more than anything all evening.

“Fine. I'll prove it!” Willow finally said, turning her own glare on him for even suggesting that her magic was some lame mutant power. Magic was way cooler.

Willow quickly ran to the den, grabbing some paper and a pen. Sitting down next to her uncle, she quickly wrote a – slightly – snarky message, signing her name with a big smiley face and an obnoxious 'Happy Hallowe'en'.

Folding the paper, she placed it on the coffee table, and cast a quick glance at her uncle.

He still had a slightly dubious look on his face, which just pushed her ire further.

Well, fine! Willow thought, irritated and slightly vengeful. She'd had so many people doubting her ability back in Sunnydale, and it hurt that her uncle was the same. Willow tried to tell herself that it was only natural, especially since the entire 'magic' thing was so new for him, but it didn't help.

She'd show him 'telekinesis'!

Several chanted sentences and hand-waving gestures later, the note was gone, Willow felt mildly better, and her uncle looked slightly shell shocked at the light show.

“It'll be on your desk in the morning.” she told him.

Willow tried not to smile too broadly as she left the room.

The kitchen wouldn't clean itself – well, maybe.

END

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