"What do you mean someone in this house has power?" Xander stared at his best friend. "As far as I know, my parents don't even know the supernatural exists."

"But you do and you were reaching for that napkins when it caught fire." Willow reminded him.

"But I've never done Magic, none." The young man insisted. "Magic's been done on me, hello hyena! And Amy did the love spell -."

"That backfired so spectacularly, possibly because you had previously dormant power of your own that interfered with her spell?"

"Previously dormant?"

"Well, the napkin did catch fire while you were reaching for it. It's entirely possible something happened recently that made it go active." Willow answered. "Are you sure your parents don't know anything about Magic?"

"Aside from Tony ranting when he's drunk about his witch of a mother, no, neither of them have ever said anything that would make me think they know anything about Magic." Xander paced around his bedroom, mulling the situation.

"Did he say witch or the word that rhymes with it?"

"So you can say the word when you're talking about Cordelia behind her back, but you can't say it to my face?" Xander glared at the redhead. "I'd prefer you not say it all in regards to Cordy, Willow, she was never as bad as you like to pretend she was and she's not even that bad anymore. The last nearly two years have changed her as much as they have us and it's time you accepted that. She's my girlfriend, Willow and that's not changing, no matter how much you might want it to."

"Yeah, I'm getting that picture loud and clear, since you two have been dating for more then six months now and the longest she ever dated anyone before was a week, tops. I guess you're both pretty serious about each other?" Willow said glumly. Sure, she was mostly over her crush on Xander and she had Oz and she was pretty sure she loved him and he loved her, but she'd spent years dreaming about a relationship with Xander and dreams don't die easy, especially long held ones. "I still don't understand what you see in her, beyond the blatantly obvious cleavage she flaunts -."

"Gods, stop, Willow, please! Do you really think I want to listen to you complain about Cordy? I was afraid when you started dating Oz, because hello werewolf! and we'd just dealt with a werewolf hunter that wanted to skin him alive and I was picturing that being you if he isn't careful and infects you. But Buffy reminded me that it wasn't my choice who you dated, anymore than it was my choice who she dated. I'm entitled to an opinion on the grossness of her dating a vampire and I'm entitled to be concerned that I might lose my oldest friend if Oz does slip and you become a werewolf and get hunted, but I'm not entitled to make choices for either you. But that goes both ways, Willow. You're allowed to not like Cordelia, but you also don't get to choose who I date and I was very firmly told to keep my opinion on yours and Buffy's choices to myself. Here's me telling you the same thing, keep your opinions on Cordelia to yourself, I personally think she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm happy. What pisses me off is your attitude!"

Woosh! As the shade on his bedside lamp caught fire. And that would be the smoke alarm going off. Great, this day was going so good and this was just what was needed to top it off. Xander sighed as he pulled the plug on the lamp and grasping the base carried it into the bathroom and dropped it shade first into the toilet, dousing the fire. He could hear Tony ranting about the noise and probably slapping something against the alarm. "Guess that pretty much proves it." He muttered as he pulled the now ruined lamp out of the water. This thing was going in the trash, no way he keeping something he'd dumped in the toilet. Gross. Willow was waiting outside the door when he came back out carrying the lamp with it's melted shade.

"I got it, don't worry." He told Tony. "Maybe it was a spark or something, but it's out now."

"The lamp caught fire?" Tony looked at him strangely. "What were you doing when it caught fire?"

"Arguing with Willow, she's got issues with my girlfriend." Xander shrugged and dropped it in the trash can in the kitchen. "Trash needs to go out anyway," He decided. "I'll just do that now."

"You do that. You're just like my mother." The drunk man muttered. "She was always setting crap on fire too. Figures my worthless kid would be just like the old witch."

"Grandma Phoebe set things on fire?" Xander questioned as he pulled the trash bag out and knotted it closed. "Why did she do that?"

"Because she was a witch, duh. Stupid kid, doesn't understand a damn thing I say. Just like her sister and her cousin and probably my cousins too. All the women in that family, they're all witches, chanting and crap, but not me, I get Jack shit."

Okay, that changed things. Xander glanced at Willow, who was staring at Tony Harris. Sure, the man was drunk and slurring his words, but the words themselves still made sense. If you knew Magic was real. The two silently left the house and Xander dropped the trash bag in the outside garbage can.

"There are witches in my family. Real witches."

"Sounds like it, we need to talk to Giles. I don't think I've ever heard you mention your Grandmother."

"She died when I was a kid, I remember going to her funeral. She's buried in San Francisco."

"What was her name?"

"Phoebe Warren. I think Tony mentioned once that the women were real liberal, they kept their maiden names. That's something Cordy might want to do."