Here Kitty Kitty
Chapter Number: 01/01
Story Summary: A spell goes wrong and Andrew is not happy.
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or anything related to it.
Date (Upload Date): 02/15/11
Date (2011 Calendar Date): 02/07
Annabelle is an OC (kinda obvious I’d think), but she becomes important to the series later on.
Annabelle Jackson was a Wicca-in-training. Her spells were almost always spoken correctly – almost always because she had trouble with Latin. And she knew she had gotten the last few Latin words messed up. A spell meant to give water to the cactus sitting in front of her, instead gave cat ears and a tail to Andrew Wells, who was humming while making lunch and hadn’t noticed yet.
“Oops,” Annabelle said quietly, not being heard over Andrew’s humming. The only other occupant at the table, a half-asleep Dawn Summers, just stared in disbelief.
“I will pay you for that spell,” Dawn whispered.
“I don’t know what happened. It was supposed to water the cactus!” Annabelle whispered back.
“Those aren’t water, and Andrew is definitely not a cactus.” They looked at each other and burst out laughing. That
Andrew noticed over his humming, and turned around.
“What’s so funny?” The laughing got louder.
“Dawn, have you seen the-“ Giles said as he came in the kitchen, “Dear Lord, Andrew! What happened?” The laughing got louder again.
“What do you mean what happened? What’s going on?”
“Andrew, I, er, think you should go look in the mirror.”
The kitchen was only a few feet from the entrance hall (which also led to the lobby). A mirror took up the entire back wall of the room, facing the door. A few moments after Andrew left the kitchen, they heard a loud screech. Everyone with rooms near the ground floor, including Buffy and Xander, came rushing down the stairs with various weapons in hand.
“I’m a cat!” Andrew wailed, rushing back towards the kitchen. More laughter joined Annabelle’s and Dawn’s.
“Andrew, man, what happened?” Xander asked between laughs.
“You!” Andrew yelled, pointing at Dawn.
“Uh-uh. It was all her,” Dawn said, still laughing, as she pointed at Annabelle.
“You!” Andrew yelled, pointing at Annabelle.
“I’m sorry! It was an accident,” Annabelle said, also still laughing. “It was supposed to water the cactus.”
“I’m not a cactus!”
“No, you’re a cat. I’m so sorry!”
“Oh my,” Willow said. “Andrew, you’re a-“
“I know. Change me back!”
“She did it!” Andrew said, pointing at Annabelle. “Her
. She’s ee-vuul! Evil, I say!”
“Mm-hmm,” Willow said, pressing her lips together in an attempt to keep her giggles from pouring out.
“Fix me!” Andrew whined, before absentmindedly licking his hand and rubbing his cat ear with it.
“Apparently, it’s not just a physical change,” Willow said.
“Huh?” Andrew asked, before realizing what he was doing. “Gah!” He started sniffling. “I hate this!”
“Oh, don’t worry Andrew. I’ll figure something out. Now you,” Willow said. “Name?”
“Ma’am. I got a ma’am,” Willow said, before shaking her head. “Annabelle, I want you to go over everything you did with me, okay?”
“Heh, heh. Ma’am.”
Andrew hovered constantly, letting out little hisses when he glared at Annabelle. Finally Willow got fed up and conjured a yarn ball for him to play with. It distracted him until Willow managed to reverse the spell.
“I don’t do so well with Latin either,” Willow told Annabelle, as they went over different pronunciations of the spell, until they found the one Annabelle thought she had used. “Okay, this should be relatively easy,” Willow said, mixing together a quick potion. “Andrew, I need you to drink this.”
“It smells funny,” Andrew whined.
“Just drink it.” Andrew did. The cat tail and ears shrunk until they were gone.
“You and your cat spell!” he said, pointing at Annabelle. Then he pointed at Willow. “You and your magic yarn ball!” He turned up his nose, and stormed out of the room.
Willow and Annabelle looked at each other and then started giggling.