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This story is No. 2 in the series "Practical Journey". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: It was love at first sight for the both of them, but her family's legacy soon loomed over her like a dark cloud before a nasty, angry storm, scaring her for the first time in her life and made her regret her wish to fall in love...

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Movies > Practical MagicPhoenixRaeFR1335,327032,33926 Jan 0828 Jan 08Yes

II. At the Fair

Disclaimer:  Check out the first chapter.

PhoenixRae's Notes:  Since I'm not exactly sure what Sally and Gillian's age difference are, I made them just a year apart for this fic.  Also remember that this fic took place during Gillian and Wesley's 'teenage' years, so if my characters OOC, that's why.

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II.  At the Fair

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS Gilly?" Sally asked her youngest sister for the umpteenth time since Gillian announced she wanted to go check out the fair this evening.  "I mean, it's never too late to go back, you know?"

        Gillian merely rolled her eyes at her sister.  When she announced that she wanted to check out tonight's Solstice fair, she stared at three shocked faces of the dearest people in her life.

        "I already made up my mind, Sal.  Besides, that godawful experience of mine happened nearly a decade ago.  It's time for me to forget about it and move on," she said trying to sound convincing, but who was she really convincing, herself or her sister that she was ready for this?

        "What's with the sudden change of mind?"

        "I don't know," Gillian shrugged.  "I'm going to be eighteen soon, then I'll be out of high school and doing God knows what for college.  For once I just want to settle everything that's held me back before I go," she explained.

        Sally didn't bother questioning her sister's intention for attending this year's annual fair.  She was just glad that Gillian finally overcome her initial fear of going to the fair.  Her first and last time was quite...embarrassing and scarred her for life.



WESLEY SAW HER AS SOON as she crossed the elaborately decorated entryway to the Solstice fair.  She was with her sister and the duo was followed closely by two elderly women who bore a somewhat resemblance to the two younger woman walking before them.

        When he asked Gerry if the Owens women ever attended the annual fair, his cousin flat out told him to not hold his breath.  Ever since that fiasco a few years back, nobody's seen hide nor hair of any of the Owens women at the Solstice fair.  Gerry didn't go into details as to what that fiasco was, but he hinted it had something to do with Gillian and that was all he said.

        "Excuse me," Wesley told his cousin and walked away before Gerry could stop him.  He could hear Gerry calling out to him, but Wesley kept right on walking to the direction of the Owens women.

        He nearly lost them in the throng of eager fair goers, but thanks to Gillian's statuesque figure and mop of bright and shiny red hair, he quickly spotted them and headed their way.  They were standing in line to purchase tickets for the rides.  Clearing his throat and rehearsing what he'd say when he cut them in line, Wesley counted one to three before walking up to where the two younger Owens women were standing.

        "Hi," he greeted the two women.

        "H-hi," Sally, the brunette, was the first to recover from the shock of being approached by someone who was a complete stranger.  "Can--can we help you?"

        "Uuhh..."  Wesley wasn't expecting to be asked that.  In fact, he all of a sudden forgot what he was supposed to say when he decided to approach them.  "Actually...uhm..."

        "Did you come here to continue staring at me like I'm some circus freak?"  Gillian questioned, her tone cutting and her expression that of contempt.

        "Gilly," Sally hissed and tugged her sister's arm.  "Don't be rude," she added.

        Gillian ignored her sister's warning and continued to butt heads with the dark haired stranger who cut them in line.

        "I am not being rude," she insisted and met the dark haired stranger with a funky accent.  "He was being rude.  First he wouldn't stop staring at me at the diner earlier this afternoon, and now he has the guts to cut in line before us."

        "What?"  Sally looked from her sister to the stranger standing in front of them then back at her sister again.  "What are you talking about?"

        "I believe I owe your sister an apology for my behavior this afternoon," the stranger cut-in.  "I didn't mean to stare.  I know it was rude, but I was surrounded by imbeciles at the time and I disapprove of what they just told me, that's all," he explained.

        Gillian had something witty to say back to him, but she was bowled over by his unexpected apology and explanation for his behavior this afternoon at the diner.  And did he just call Gerry and his friends imbeciles?  If he was trying to score points from her, he sure knew how to earn those said points.

        "I believe that was an apology for this afternoon, Gilly," Sally murmured, licking her lips to cover a grin that was threatening to blossom to a smile.  He was a charming guy, and cute too with a bit of geeky and bad boyish radiating off him.  And if she wasn't mistaken, he was English if his accent was real and not faked.

        Irritated that he was able to charm his way to her, Gillian kept an annoyed facade and kept her arms crossed firmly over her midsection.

        "Fine.  Apology accepted.  But that still doesn't excuse you for cutting us in line."

        "Oh Gilly," Sally groaned accompanied by rolling her eyes.

        Wesley couldn't help himself and grinned then.  Now he believed his Granddad about his theories about redheads: they were a fiery and stubborn bunch.

        "Again my apologies.  And let me make it up to you by buying you ladies your tickets for the rides," he offered.  He kept his gaze locked with Gillian's, watching her reaction to his offer.

        "Oh you don't have to do that," Sally declined his offer, but Aunt Jett, who remained quiet while standing behind her two nieces and watching them interact with the charming English boy, walked around her nieces and looped her arm with his.

        "Oh that would be lovely, thank you, young man," she cooed and reached out to pinch his cheek.

        "Aunt Jett!"  Gillian and Sally exclaimed, scandalized by their aunt's behavior.

        "What?"  Aunt Jett turned to her nieces with a nonchalant air and smiled sweetly, "This young man already apologized for his behavior this afternoon and just now, Gillian, the least you can do is accept his apology by indulging him to treat us all for our ride tickets," she explained.  She looked past her nieces and beckoned her sister to join her and together the three of them walked up to the ticket booth, leaving Sally and Gillian to follow behind them.



GILLIAN STILL HASN'T WARMED up to the charming English stranger -- whose name was Wesley, by the way -- who managed to worm his way to their cozy foursome.  Aunt Jett and Frannie were enamored by his quick wit and wry sense of humour, while Sally was enjoying exchanging intellectual conversations with him when the aunts decided to partake on one of the numerous rides and games available at the fairground.

        "Here," Wesley thrust an ice cone at her while they waited for Sally to return with the aunts after trying out one of the rides.  He waited until he took her ice cone before sitting on the bench beside her to enjoy his own ice cone.  "Thanks for allowing me to hang out with you ladies this evening," he said after the silence between them stretched.

        Gillian took her time before replying.  She really wasn't in the mood to indulge Wesley in any conversation, especially after she caught sight of Gerry and his crew giving her the evil eye and probably thinking up a possible rumor to fill the gossip mill by tomorrow on how she and her family ensnared poor, unsuspecting Wesley into their trap.

        "Are you still angry with me?" Wesley asked when she remained silent.

        "Maybe," was her cryptic reply.

        "Maybe?" he echoed.  "Look, I already apologized profusely for my behavior this afternoon and earlier this evening.  I already escorted your sister and aunts to numerous rides.  And I paid for everyone's snacks.  I think your aunts adore me and your sister respects me.  So what's the deal with you?"

        "What do you mean?" she frowned.

        "You hate my guts, that I can obviously tell.  But what I want to know is why do you hate my guts?"

        Gillian was taken aback by his assumption.  Hate his guts?  Why would he think that?  She was irritated with him because he wouldn't stop staring at her at the diner, but her irritation didn't stem to hatred.

        "I don't hate your guts."

        "Are you sure?"

        "Yeah, I'm sure," she nodded.

        "Then you won't mind going on one of the rides of my own choosing with me, would you?" he invited.

        At the mention of her going on one of the rides available at the fairground with him set off warning bells inside her head.  She wasn't ready to go on any rides just yet, and she was thankful that neither her aunts nor Sally asked her to join them.

        "Uuuhh..."

        "What's wrong?  You're not...you're not afraid of rides, are you?  I mean, I noticed you not enjoying any of the rides your aunts and sister tried, but you were okay playing games at the numerous booths available here."

        "Uuuh..." Gillian continued to stammer, unsure on what to say.  She doesn't have any fear of rides, per se, just one particular ride gives her the creeps.

        "Look, it's okay if any of these rides makes you feel uncomfortable.  If you're scared of them, that's fine, I won't pressure you," Wesley promised, being very understanding and charming still, which was starting to irritate Gillian once again because she was doing her best to not like him.

        "Why do you have to be so nice and charming?" she couldn't help herself from asking.

        Wesley was taken aback by the underhanded compliment given to him.  He looked a bit flushed.  She thought he was charming?  Never in his life did he think himself to be charming.  Nice he could believe since that was one of his flaws; he was always Mr. Nice Guy and according to his father, that one attribute of his doesn't make a beyond capable Watcher once it was his turn to follow in his footsteps.

        "I'm neither," he denied, clearing his throat and looking away.

        Gillian cocked an eyebrow at his reaction.  She certainly wasn't expecting that reaction from him.  "You're lying."

        "Now why would you be accusing me of lying?"

        "Because you know you're nice and you know you're charming."

        "If I admit to that, then you'd be accusing me of being too pompous next."

        Gillian made a face at him.  "Now why would I be calling you pompous?"

        "Because I agreed with you that I am nice and charming."

        "That makes no sense."

        "Hey, I'm just trying to figure out the way your mind works here."

        Gillian sensed that he was evading the subject, and he was doing a good job of drawing her away from discussing why he denied that he was nice and charming.

        "Thank you, but I'd rather you do not try to figure out how my mind works because that sounds kinda freaky to me."

        Wesley grinned.  "Freaky because I'll know what you're thinking about?" he teased.

        "Why?  Are you a mind reader?" she deadpanned.

        "Nope," he shook his head.  "But it doesn't take a mind reader to know how a person thinks," he told her.

        Gillian finished her ice cone and chose not to answer back.  They remained seated at the bench waiting for Sally and her aunts to return.
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