Post Twenty Two: Schoolwork and interuptions.

[witchofthechalk]

[Tiffany is currently sitting on her bed with a few books open around her. This worlds idea of school was rather strange. True she didn't know what her own worlds version of school was like either as there hadn't been one in the Chalk but she was guessing it didn't involve learning as many pointless things and answering stupid questions. And if it did, she was glad she hadn't gone.

But is was something to do and she'd rather avoid Sophie as watching the woman act like a drone was rather heart wrenching.]

Comments

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

... I don't see what she could have done.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure either. It's not like her to go and do something random. ....she would have told someone.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Maybe she went to her home? Like her husband did.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

.....maybe.

[She should be glad that she did. But...still. She knows she can be greedy and this is one of those moments.]

Anyway.

[Shaking away those thoughts.]

If you're bored, have you finished all your schoolwork?

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Oui, of course! [Lying!]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Let me see it then.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Patronising, "big brother knows best" expression here.] Shouldn't you be focusing on your work, Tiffany?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[And he is getting "a look". A look that says, don't even think of trying that on me buster.]

I'll take that as a 'No Tiffany. I did not finish my homework.'

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Immune to such looks!! Okay not really, but he'll ignore it anyway.] Focus on what's important, okay?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I will. Now go get your homework.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Flops back onto the bed.] Non.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Rolling around.] No~n~

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Go get your homework now or I'll let England's scones into your room at night.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

... What?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Looks over at him.]

You haven't seen them?

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Oui, but I made him throw them out.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

No not those ones. The others he made but he thought they were stolen.

I think some of them live under my bed.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

... You're making that up.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

If I was making it up don't you think I might try for something a little scarier then "scones?"

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

They're scones anglais.


I don't think there is anything more terrifying.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Well I might be mistaken. After all I haven't seen them really. Just...noises. And some burnt crumbs here and there...

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Looking down at the bed.]

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

And I have accidently created sentient food myself once at home ...so it isn't impossible.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

[Sighs.] This is why I hate magic...