author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg 13
pairing: Faith/Bill Weasley
story # 9 in 'Take A Chance' series
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy/Angel or to any characters from the Harry Potter books.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, Paula, anyone else just ask.
notes: probably AU-ish for Faith, set roughly season 3 A:tS/s7 BtVS, post book 4 HP.
In the morning, Faith made her way down to the kitchen, blinking at the sight of eggs scrambling themselves by a stove, and a broom sweeping a little bit of dust out the door. Molly Weasley was taking down a stack of plates from a cupboard as this happened. Blinking a moment, Faith looked again - yep, the broom was still sweeping all by itself. "Must be convenient."
"Quite. I don't know how I could have managed without." Molly had a bit of a chuckle to her voice. "Could you put these on the table, dear?"
Feeling a bit unfamiliar with the whole domestic comfort, Faith set the plates on the table, one in front of each chair. Glasses and forks followed, one each in front of every chair, none of which quite matched.
"Morning Faith. And umm... I'm sorry." It was one of the twins, his expression unhappy. "I didn't mean... I mean, I didn't know that you would run into a vampire. Nobody was supposed to be in any danger."
For a moment, Faith wanted to throw him and his apology into the fish pond. But she was supposed to be a better person now, so she resisted that impulse. "I guess that makes sense. Most people try to avoid vamps, after all. So, apology accepted, and don't do it again. There might not be any wickedly thorned trees next time."
"Fair enough." He offered a wobbly smile to her before picking up a large bowl and beginning to collect the scrambled eggs.
Gradually, Faith began to feel less edgy as the day progressed. The other twin - she still wasn't certain which was Fred and which was George - had also offered his apology. Nobody tried any more pranks on her, although they did slip Ron some sort of candy that turned him into what she could only describe as a giant canary, complete with yellow feathers. She managed not to laugh while Ron was in the area.
"You guys are just... why do you do all of that? How do you do it?" She'd looked at the nearest twin, the one that she'd grabbed by the throat, identifiable by the bruises in the shape of a hand.
"Well, it's done with magic. Combination of charms, some transfiguring - that was the wand, errr, stake, and some potions." He gave a shrug that would have looked modest if not for the huge, smug grin on his face. "We want to open a joke shop after we graduate. Sell Canary Creams and joke wands and a few other things... we're working on some special fireworks right now."
"Fireworks, hmm? I might want to see those… but not from too close." Faith had found herself smiling. Maybe those two weren't so bad… at least when they weren't trying to play jokes on her.
"Right… we'll just have to wait until Mum's not watching. She thinks we should grow up and do something serious, like Bill at the bank, or Dad at the Ministry, or Aunt Clara at the robe shop." This was from the other twin, without the bruises circling his throat. "And Faith? In case we didn't mention it, welcome to the family."
"Really?" She stood up, smiling a bit. The idea of them counting her as part of the family gave her this sort of warm feeling inside. "Thanks."
"Just remember not to eat anything they give you." Bill's voice carried amusement as his arms slid around her waist. "Mum finally got rid of Ron's feathers."
Leaning back against him, Faith smiled. "Your family is so… I haven't got the words, Bill. They're quite a trip."
"We're a half crazed, risk taking, red haired horde, actually." One twin grinned at her, looking almost smug.
"Note the hair – mine isn't red." She commented, one hand holding out a lock of hair for their inspection.
"We could fix that. A wand, a charm… poof, red hair." The grinning twin made a little flicking gesture, as if to mime the wand use for the charm.
"Nah… I'm used to it dark. And this way, when one of your things accidentally gets the attention of some sort of demon, you have an easy time figuring out who to yell for help from." Faith's eyes were teasing.
"Yeah." There was some laughter there. "Charlie and his dragons."
Faith blinked, wondering if she should feel insulted or not. Deciding on 'not', she smirked. "Wait, you think a fifty-foot, fire-breathing, armor plated, temperamental beast is an improvement over a six foot demon? Maybe you've had a few to many of those Bludgers to the head."
"Err… when you put it that way… How about we just ask you to slay the angry demons?" His face had paled a bit. "With a real weapon, not a joke wand."
Bill was laughing now, his face half buried in her hair. "You'll do just fine, Faith."
"Sounds good. I always wanted to be part of a real family." She shifted slightly, snuggling against Bill. "I'm glad that I met you, Bill. And your crazy family too."
"Aww… isn't that sweet?" Both twins made exaggerated smiling faces.
Faith couldn't quite see all of Bill's gesture, but she had the feeling that it was rude. She just started to giggle, feeling better about the future than she had in years. Everything would be alright. Somehow.
End Winning Odds.
End Take A Chance series.
rating: pg/pg 13
pairing: Faith/Bill Weasley
story # 9 in 'Take A Chance' series
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy/Angel or to any characters from the Harry Potter books.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, Paula, anyone else just ask.
notes: probably AU-ish for Faith, set roughly season 3 A:tS/s7 BtVS, post book 4 HP.
In the morning, Faith made her way down to the kitchen, blinking at the sight of eggs scrambling themselves by a stove, and a broom sweeping a little bit of dust out the door. Molly Weasley was taking down a stack of plates from a cupboard as this happened. Blinking a moment, Faith looked again - yep, the broom was still sweeping all by itself. "Must be convenient."
"Quite. I don't know how I could have managed without." Molly had a bit of a chuckle to her voice. "Could you put these on the table, dear?"
Feeling a bit unfamiliar with the whole domestic comfort, Faith set the plates on the table, one in front of each chair. Glasses and forks followed, one each in front of every chair, none of which quite matched.
"Morning Faith. And umm... I'm sorry." It was one of the twins, his expression unhappy. "I didn't mean... I mean, I didn't know that you would run into a vampire. Nobody was supposed to be in any danger."
For a moment, Faith wanted to throw him and his apology into the fish pond. But she was supposed to be a better person now, so she resisted that impulse. "I guess that makes sense. Most people try to avoid vamps, after all. So, apology accepted, and don't do it again. There might not be any wickedly thorned trees next time."
"Fair enough." He offered a wobbly smile to her before picking up a large bowl and beginning to collect the scrambled eggs.
Gradually, Faith began to feel less edgy as the day progressed. The other twin - she still wasn't certain which was Fred and which was George - had also offered his apology. Nobody tried any more pranks on her, although they did slip Ron some sort of candy that turned him into what she could only describe as a giant canary, complete with yellow feathers. She managed not to laugh while Ron was in the area.
"You guys are just... why do you do all of that? How do you do it?" She'd looked at the nearest twin, the one that she'd grabbed by the throat, identifiable by the bruises in the shape of a hand.
"Well, it's done with magic. Combination of charms, some transfiguring - that was the wand, errr, stake, and some potions." He gave a shrug that would have looked modest if not for the huge, smug grin on his face. "We want to open a joke shop after we graduate. Sell Canary Creams and joke wands and a few other things... we're working on some special fireworks right now."
"Fireworks, hmm? I might want to see those… but not from too close." Faith had found herself smiling. Maybe those two weren't so bad… at least when they weren't trying to play jokes on her.
"Right… we'll just have to wait until Mum's not watching. She thinks we should grow up and do something serious, like Bill at the bank, or Dad at the Ministry, or Aunt Clara at the robe shop." This was from the other twin, without the bruises circling his throat. "And Faith? In case we didn't mention it, welcome to the family."
"Really?" She stood up, smiling a bit. The idea of them counting her as part of the family gave her this sort of warm feeling inside. "Thanks."
"Just remember not to eat anything they give you." Bill's voice carried amusement as his arms slid around her waist. "Mum finally got rid of Ron's feathers."
Leaning back against him, Faith smiled. "Your family is so… I haven't got the words, Bill. They're quite a trip."
"We're a half crazed, risk taking, red haired horde, actually." One twin grinned at her, looking almost smug.
"Note the hair – mine isn't red." She commented, one hand holding out a lock of hair for their inspection.
"We could fix that. A wand, a charm… poof, red hair." The grinning twin made a little flicking gesture, as if to mime the wand use for the charm.
"Nah… I'm used to it dark. And this way, when one of your things accidentally gets the attention of some sort of demon, you have an easy time figuring out who to yell for help from." Faith's eyes were teasing.
"Yeah." There was some laughter there. "Charlie and his dragons."
Faith blinked, wondering if she should feel insulted or not. Deciding on 'not', she smirked. "Wait, you think a fifty-foot, fire-breathing, armor plated, temperamental beast is an improvement over a six foot demon? Maybe you've had a few to many of those Bludgers to the head."
"Err… when you put it that way… How about we just ask you to slay the angry demons?" His face had paled a bit. "With a real weapon, not a joke wand."
Bill was laughing now, his face half buried in her hair. "You'll do just fine, Faith."
"Sounds good. I always wanted to be part of a real family." She shifted slightly, snuggling against Bill. "I'm glad that I met you, Bill. And your crazy family too."
"Aww… isn't that sweet?" Both twins made exaggerated smiling faces.
Faith couldn't quite see all of Bill's gesture, but she had the feeling that it was rude. She just started to giggle, feeling better about the future than she had in years. Everything would be alright. Somehow.
End Winning Odds.
End Take A Chance series.