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.]

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[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...

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

I thought you said it didn't exist?

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

That too. [Peeks under the bed, still sitting on it.]

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

Of course.

It's rather silly not to believe in magic though. After all I am a witch.

[Watching him look under the bed.]

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Only because you think you are. It's like how Angleterre keeps listening to those old stories. [Poking around, not quite falling off the edge of the bed.]

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

You just don't want to admit you're wrong do you.

[Shakes her head and then looks thoughtful for a moment. She leans back against the wall and steps out of her body. A moment later there is a rustling sound from under the bed. It could be a mouse....or...]

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

I was the same when I was little, Angleterre will grow out of it eventually- [Yelps and falls off the bed.]

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

[And is soon back in her body...though she wants some peanut butter now. She sticks her head over the side.]

France?

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Ow...

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

Are you alright?

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Oui...

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

Here.

[Holds out her hand to help him back up on the bed.]

What were you doing?

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

Checking for the scones. I didn't see anything!

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

That's good. They must be hiding somewhere else.

[seniorfilia.livejournal.com]

You're making stuff up.

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

Am I?

Well I suppose you could believe that.