Risks, Star Wars, and a Christmas Carol [Andrew/Ginny]
TITLE: Risks, Star Wars, and a Christmas Carol
AUTHOR: Dizzy Flower
SPOILERS: Season 7
SUMMARY: Andrew finally gets the girl, with the help of Star Wars, a Christmas carol, and a bit of risk taking.
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and Angel belong to Joss Whedon. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: This is my answer to Pairing #31 (Andrew/Ginny Weasley) at the Fic For All thing at TTH. Yes, it’s early, but I saw this pairing and instantly thought, “How cute!” So here it is.
Risks, Star Wars, and a Christmas CarolReturn of the Jedi
was a total disappointment. It could hardly compare with the divine greatness that was the originals. Earth to George Lucas? Hello? You’d think with all his money he could manage to create a film that had a good script, good ideas and some actors with talent. I mean, those Ewoks? What was he thinking?
I think I’m kinda getting off topic here. Star Wars. Light sabres.
The people Buffy’s making us stay with now have these things that are like light sabres, only they’re wooden. They can wave them around and all these magic spells shoot out of the tip. Cool, huh?
Buffy says I’m not supposed to talk to them or even be around them. She says I’d probably scare them, which is so untrue. Because she’s the Slayer though, I have to do what she says because I’m not a Slayer, but you never know. One day, everything might change, and then I can be the one to say, “Charge!” or whatever it is she says. Instead, I have to stay in this little cramped room at the top of the Burrow. But if I put my ear to the floorboards I can almost hear what they’re saying.
And, I’m sure that if I was given the chance I could be, like, useful. I know all these cool things about strategy, just like Buffy. Only, I kind of learnt mine playing Age of Empires on the computer. That is such a wicked cool game. There was this one time when I was outnumbered three to one but my knights were-
Focus, Andrew. Sorry, I’m getting off track again. So, we’re in England because Buffy wants to train all the English Slayers, only some of them seem to be in the wizarding world so that’s why we’re staying with the Minister of Magic’s family. As I said before, they’re pretty cool. The minister has tons of kids, but only four of them are here right now. Two twins called Fred and George, a younger boy called Ron, and a girl called Ginny.
The twins have all this cool joke stuff, but because I have to stay up here, they can’t really show me. Kennedy and Dawn got to see them though, and Giles ate a Ton-Tongue toffee, which sounded like it would have been funny to see. Ron stays outside a lot, playing Quidditch. Quidditch is a game they play here. I’m not really very good at sport, so it doesn’t really interest me much. I played softball once and the ball flew into my nose, and that put me right off.
I don’t really like blood.
Ginny mostly stays in her room. I think she’s kinda shy.
Mr and Mrs Weasley are really nice, nicer than Buffy, or Giles. Sometimes, I think they forget that I fought in the final battle too, that I fought against the First. They’ll never get past the fact that I killed Jonathan. Never. It’s like there’s a sign over my head: ANDREW WELLS, FRIEND KILLER. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.
And, I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to get past it either. I guess that’s why I fought, in the end, to try and take the guilt away. In a way I wanted to die. I wanted to find Jonathan and tell him I’m sorry for what I did to him.
But that will never happen. I belong in hell for what I’ve done, and nothing I’ll ever do is going to change that.
Pull yourself together, Andrew, enough of the pity party already. Even if I can’t change what happened in the past, I’m going to try and be good in the future, a man on the road to redemption. Just like Angel is.
Oh! I think something interesting is happening downstairs. Buffy just started yelling, and unless it’s an inspiring speech, that is never a good thing. Ron’s just hurried in from the garden, too, so something big must be going on. I wish I could be down there, listening and helping. Maybe if I just opened my door a little…
And then close it again. Ginny’s standing right outside, as intent at listening in as I am. Damn, I really want to know what’s happening, and now I won’t be able to.
Huh? She’s opening my door. She sticks her red head in and whispers, “Andrew. Come out on the landing to listen.”
I pretend to hesitate, but come on! Like I’d give up a chance to know what’s taking place out there. I creep to the door and push it open a bit more so I can fit through. Ginny gives a little grin at me and beckons me closer to the edge of the landing. The indistinct voices become clearer, and I can hear Buffy’s voice with its familiar American intonations that are so out of place here.
“That’s ridiculous!” She says angrily.
Someone, I think Mr Weasley, replies, “I’m not taking the girls out of Hogwarts. They have to learn how to control their magic or else you’ll have a lot of problems in the future.”
She gives a snort, “You’ll have a lot of problems if they’re left to juggle their powers by themselves!”
Ginny looks at me, her brown eyes wide. I’ve never actually been so close to her before. She’s got very pale skin, splattered with light freckles, with a pert nose and little pink lips. Her face is framed with wispy red hair. I give her a weak smile, trying to cheer her up. She looks so worried. “Why aren’t you down there?” I ask.
She gives a little shrug. “Mum and Dad aren’t that keen on letting me try and save the world,” she murmurs back, a sad smile on her lips.
I don’t know what to say. I haven’t watched a movie that has this situation in it, and I’m not sure what to do. There was one that was sort of close, but then a killer slug ate the girl, so, you know, kinda not wanting to go there. “Oh,” I say instead.
She looks back over the landing. “What do you think’s going to happen?” she asks after a long moment of silence.
“Nether do I.”
We both listen in subdued silence to the rest of the argument. I’m not really sure who’s winning. Both of them aren’t budging. They’ve sort of got the same reasons for keeping the girls. Both of them involve keeping a grip on power, magical and mystical.
“Why do you stay in your room so much?” Ginny asks curiously.
“Buffy doesn’t want me talking to you.”
“That’s stupid. I mean, you’re talking to me right now and nothing seems to be the matter.”
I shrug. I don’t think she really gets it: to be on the outside all the time like I am.
I can hear that Giles has entered the debate now, and Mrs Weasley too. Ginny looks at me again with her big brown eyes, and I can’t help but grin a goofy grin back at her. “Have you ever seen Star Wars?” I ask, trying to make conversation. She stares at me blankly and I begin to fidget a bit with embarrassment. “You don’t know what you’re missing, really.”
“I-I’m sure it’s very interesting,” she says softly, trying to look engrossed. “What’s…um…. Star Battles about?”
I grin earnestly. “It’s beyond interesting. You see, there’s this guy called Luke Skywalker…”
She sits patiently as I go on and on, nodding and smiling and gasping in all the right places. I have to admit, I’m quite a good storyteller.
“Andrew? What the hell are you doing?”
I stop talking to Ginny and look up at the towering figure of Buffy.
“Hi Buffy.” I say weakly. “I was just talking. Making conversation.”
She narrows her eyes and I begin to wilt. “I guess I’ll be leaving now,” I say quickly, scrambling to my feet. “It was really great talking to you, Ginny.”
She blushes and rises to her feet. “I-It was,” she says, meeting my eyes. “It was nice.”
Buffy gives a deep sigh and looks at Ginny apologetically. “Sorry I let him loose on you, Ginny.”
“I-I didn’t mind,” she stutters, blushing a fire engine red to match her hair. She walks backwards quickly until she bangs into her door. She turns around and pushes it open, more embarrassed than ever.
“God, Andrew,” Buffy turns and says to me. “You wigged the poor girl out.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Whatever, Buffy,” I say, turning back to my own room. She has no idea.
“Oh, and Andrew,” Buffy calls to me. “Since you were listening in on our private conversation,” she glares and I look steadfastly at the doorhandle, “you should know that we’re going to be at Hogwarts for Christmas. To train the girls over the break.”
“Oh my God!” I say excitedly. “This is going to be so cool!” Hogwarts! This is going to be even better than that time we were in San Francisco at the same time as the Star Trek convention!
She gives a snort and tosses back her blonde hair. “Calm down before you give yourself a heart attack.”
“Can I help teach?”
She looks at me with her eyebrow raised, “What? And scar them for life? I don’t think so.”
I hide my disappointment by slamming my door hard. I can so help! I slump down on the edge of the bed and begin to sulk, but it gets boring fast so I reach for my Nintendo magazine. I have no idea how Angel could brood for so many years and not get bored. Bored actually sounds a lot like brood, when you think about it, and if I’ve resorted to observations like that then obviously my concentration is beginning to slip. My mind flicks to Ginny. She’s really nice and understanding, unlike Buffy and Dawn. She’s about three years younger than me, but how much older was Angel than Buffy? Two hundred?
But I’m not really good with girls. There was this beautiful girl in high school, but she totally ignored me. Once, I pinned a bunch of flowers to her locker and she laughed and threw them in the trash. Ginny’s beautiful as well, don’t get me wrong. She should probably be beating off boys with a stick, but she doesn’t seem that sort of girl.
There’s a tentative knock at the door. “If that’s you, Buffy, you can go away. I’m not talking to you!”
There’s a pause before a little voice answers, “It’s Ginny.”
I jump off the bed and cross to the door quickly. I fix my shirt and slick back my hair before opening the door. “Hey, Ginny,” I say, in a would-be debonair voice.
She smiles, her brown eyes sparkling. “Hi Andrew. I heard you were coming to Hogwarts in the Christmas holidays.”
“Yeah,” I lean against the doorframe in what I hope is an attractive pose. “Buffy’s going to train the new Slayers.”
We both stand there looking at each other for a few minutes. She starts to fidget and I wonder what she knocked on the door for. Not just to congratulate me on coming to Hogwarts, surely.
“I just wanted to say…” She takes a deep breath and her eyes flick to me before going back to the floor, “I’m glad you’re coming to Hogwarts.”
“Oh. Oh,” I blink in surprise. “Thanks.”
She nods and blushes before turning away from the door and walking quickly back to her room. I watch her leave with a silly grin on my face. Maybe I do have a chance after all. Sometimes, I am so smooth.
Or maybe she’s just special.
Whatever. I’m going to go to Hogwarts, complete with my wooing and winning skills, and finally get the girl. Just you watch.
All right. I admit it took a while for me to get my wooing and winning skills up to scratch. Please, people, a little sympathy would be greatly appreciated. I mean, it’s not as if I’ve had practise with these things.
Anyway, I think I’m almost up the stage where I could give Romeo a run for his money in the romance stakes. Or I would be, if I hadn’t had to help look after the magical slayers over the Christmas holidays. Buffy’s put me on babysitting duty, which on one hand is cool, but on the other is kinda not. On one hand it symbolises my coming of age and the completion of my spiritual journey, similar to Frodo from The Lord of the Rings. On the other hand, my time with Ginny is now severely restricted. She did opt to stay at school with me, though. That’s one bonus point for me.
She’s sitting next to me right now, actually, and we’re both listening to the Christmas carols Dumbledore enchanted to sing throughout the school. Dumbledore, by the way, is like a Gandalf look-a-like, what with the robes and the white beard. Once I asked him if he had a wizard’s rod, but he just looked at me funny and walked away. I think he doesn’t have one.
Back to the Christmas carols. They’re cool, I guess, in a weird, where-is-this-disembodied-voice-coming-from kind of way. Ginny likes them, I can tell. She’s swaying slightly and whispering the words under her breath.
My wooing and winning skills are at the forefront of my mind, but I don’t know why I ask her to dance with me. I mean, even I know Deck the Halls is not really a romantic dancing song. But she grins at me and nods, and I think her smile and the warm tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach well and truly make up for my romantic faux pas.
She’s light in my arms, and she steps lightly as well, with none of my awkward movements. As we spin around in tune with the carol, she’s still smiling that magical smile of hers and I don’t think she really minds that I can’t dance.
I know I’m smiling pretty goofily down at her as well. The music is still echoing around us, and I guess I’ve just realised something. An epiphany, if you will.
I should take risks like this more often. After all, a risk gave me Ginny. A risk, the inner workings of Star Wars and a Christmas carol, to be exact.
And that, dear friends, is a genuine piece of Andrew Wells logic.Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.