Post Twenty Eight: The Worst Hogswatch Ever

[witchofthechalk]

 [The phone is knocked off the hook as Tiffany takes a step backwards from the sight. You can hear her voice and it is strained and more shaken then it normally would be]

I am a witch and I do not scare this easily...

I am a witch and I do not scare this easily....

[She seems to be trying to convince herself of this fact. Family feel free to notice that there is a rotting corpse under the tree. It is an old woman dressed as a witch. Tiffany is staring at it in horror. It's Granny Weatherwax.]

Comments

[readsyourlips.livejournal.com]

[Witches as "respected members of society"? Ha. That's ridiculous. ...Still, most witches didn't try and talk their way out of a situation like this. They were evil and proud of it.]

You're hardly the only one having a bad day.

[ --But he's ~baking cookies with his "mother"~ so it isn't as if he could go out on a witch hunt (haha, literally) looking for some girl. ]

...I suppose another time, then.

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

No, unfortunatly I'm not.

Wonderful. I'll add 'being yelled at by someone who has no idea what he's talkng about', to my calendar then shall I?

[readsyourlips.livejournal.com]

Please do. I won't be yelling though.

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

Right.

[Just what she needed. Another witch hater.]

Goodbye then.