Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out

[witchofthechalk]

[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really.

But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.

A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.

B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.

C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.

D. There is a girl and a broom on a hill. While that might be a little odd, the strange thing is that she's flying. Rather low to the ground but still flying. It helps her think.


ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]

Comments

D

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[ There is another girl, watching Tiffany from the trees she's flying over. She waves. ]

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

[Tiffany glances over and waves back.]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

How are you doing, Tiffany?

B

[micronation]

[Sealand is SNEAKING UP not really he's actually pretty obvious and attempting to grab the broom.]

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

[It'd be hard to sneak up on her anyway. She's used to being followed. Anyway he can grab the broom, but it's going to keep him up in the air. Rising slightly so his feet don't touch the ground as Tiffany turns to look at him. Keeping a hold of the string with an amused smile.]

What do we have here? A broom thief?

[micronation]

Uwah!

[Kicking his legs a bit.]

I'm only looking!

C

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Strangely, the door knocks back.]

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

[Well normally she'd blame Feegles but since they're not here she'll have to take them off the list. Instead she knocks again.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[This time it opens. In the doorway is a boy she will no doubt recognize as he once entered her home to "deliver" a newspaper. After that instance, he's restricted his deliveries to the yard and occasionally to a tree or the rooftop. Slugger recognizes her as Witch Girl with Poker.]

Hi.

A

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Sophie, I can't find my good ti...

Oh, Tiffany. There you are.

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

[She glances over, there's a blue and yellow wrapper from an old packet of tobacco in her hands. She's taken it from the small wooden box she keeps in her room. A small stone with a hole in it is next to her leg.]

Hello England.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

What's all this?

What are all those? [kneeling beside her]

C

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[Not Susan, but another boy answers the door instead.]

Oh, hello.

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

[Oh hey, you must be new.]

Hello. Is Susan here?

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

Hrm? Oh sure, she should still be around.

[...Though where he's not exactly sure, he's been a little preoccupied.

He opens the door further to let Tiffany in.]

B

[wasthemaster.livejournal.com]

[Draco was walking the opposite way on the same street, passing Tiffany with ease and thinking nothing of it until out of the corner of his eye he spots that broomstick. He comes to a halt, turning his head over his shoulder to look again.

...there was actually a real broomstick floating behind her. Like a kite. Hold on, he'll just be turning and following after her, then.]

How exactly are you making it float?

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

[Looking over at him. She's also wearing her pointy hat of course. But she knows by now that never means anything.]

I'm a witch and this is my broom. They do that.

You'd have to ask the dwarves about it.

[wasthemaster.livejournal.com]

[Pardon that mildly surprised look. He's legitimately surprised to find that there are actually witches he's bee unaware of here.]

A witch, are you? [He raises an eyebrow. She...looks the part. And that broom can't possibly be responding to her otherwise.] What school did you attend, then?

C

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[The door opens after a half-second.]

Tiffany.

[It takes Susan only a moment to notice that Tiffany isn't looking too spry.]

Come inside. I've got a pot of tea brewing.

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

[She nods and comes inside.]

Thank you.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Figuring that Tiffany would tell her in her own time what was wrong, Susan will let Tiffany in and return to the kitchen. The tea is ready soon enough, and it comes accompanied by some tea biscuits.]

B

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is walking from the opposite direction. No, she isn't on patrol what would ever give you that idea? ]

Good morning! Taking the broom for walkies?

[ ...hope it isn't because there's something wrong, I never worked with brooms.... ]

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

[A completely polite and straight face. Oh she just loves condescending adults...]

It's easier then carrying it.

D; I heard you talking about 1000-year-old little girls

[miraculous]

[Bernkastel was taking a walk, trying to find something interesting. This will do for now. She watches from not terribly far away, the tip of her tail twitching.]

sob...

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

[Well Tiffany's just hovering in the air. She seems to be working some string over in her hands. Making it into shapes as she sits there.]