Plot: Giles has caught wind of a new power rising in Cleveland (where the gang has been living since Sunnydale's collapse) and the only way to stop it is to team up with Hogwarts, more importantly ; Harry Potter and his team. While Andrew is delighted that he is a part of the project, Willow is slightly less enthusiastic, as Frankie is still a young child, and Willow promised Frankie-and herself-that she would give Frankie a normal childhood. As well as that, she doesn't want to leave Xander to deal with Anya's death on his own.
"He won't be 'alone'." Said Giles in a voice that was firm but not sharp, picking up a book that Frankie had thrown across the room a few minutes before, but willow hadn't noticed in all her concern. "He'll have Buffy and the others. Besides, we won't be gone long, hopefully we'll only be gone for a month or two."
"Yeah but-" Willow said, slightly frustrated, by the sound of it. "I know he won't be 'alone', and I know it's been like, what? Two years since Anya…" she paused. "I know it's more likely that he'll be fine," she continued, her voice more measured now. "But what if he still needs me? What if-"
"What if he is like you when Tara died." Giles finished for her. She didn't respond for a moment.
"I just think somebody should keep an eye on him." She said, walking towards the door. As she opened it, Andrew Wells stood in the doorway, covered head to toe in U.K flags, badges and shirts.
"Hey, hope I'm not early." He said, enthusiastically-but breathlessly.
'Probably all that gear' Willow thought to herself, amused as she stepped aside to let Andrew in.
"Hey, what's her deal?" He said, gesturing to Frankie, who was now crying in her cot.
"She's just hungry." Willow answered, as she got Frankie a bottle of milk from the fridge and began to heat it.
"Hey, can I keep this?" Andrew asked, picking up a hairbrush off of Willows white-wooden bedside table. It was very stylish-and looked more or less expensive. Willow looked over at him.
"Uh, yeah. I guess?" She answered. Andrew looked ecstatic and placed it in his already-full backpack pocket. "What do you even need it for, anyway?" She asked Andrew. He opened his mouth to answer, "Wait!" She interjected, "I don't want to know.".
"Yes, well…" Giles stammered, awkwardly, "We should probably, um, hit the road now, um.. shall we?", he rubbed his glasses on his shirt.
"In a sec." Responded from the kitchenette area of her one-room, modern-ish apartment. "I just have to feed Frankie then we can head out." She put the bottle in Frankie's mouth. "Oh, and Andrew?" She started, "I have some more hair care products in the bathroom, if you want you can have them? I obviously don't need them anymore." She gestured to her newly-bobbed hair.
"Oooh! Even more womens' hair products! Goody!" He went into the bathroom. "Hey, why did you cut your hair, anyway?" He asked, calling through from the bathroom.
"Because this little trouble-maker was pulling it so much I thought she'd yank it straight out of my head." Willow laughed, gesturing to Frankie, even though Andrew couldn't see them. Then again, he didn't need to, as it wasn't going to be Giles Willow said kept yanking on her hair.
'At least," he thought, while packing some of Willow's old hair products, 'I hope not.'