Hannah Silver {Cinderella} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noglass_slipper) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
If Hannah had been able to recognize the change that occurred, she would have realized just how quickly it came upon her. She was confused, even a little scared if truth be told, but as she stared at the mice and started to turn away it made sense. Of course she was dressed like this - she'd just come from the ball. Her fairy godmother had told her to leave by midnight, and she had - but the dress and slippers were still there. Where were her usual rags and frayed slippers? The coachmen and footmen had been turned back into mice and rats, which she found a little sad, and her coach must have been a pumpkin somewhere. Why, then, hadn't this magic faded?
Cinderella - no, her name was Hannah - turned to continue down the stairs, stopping in surprise when she saw the hooded figure in front of her. "Oh--" She hesitated, feeling the mice scurry around her ankles without being particularly bothered by it. "Of course I will." She couldn't just leave someone in need, could she? Hannah took the withered hand in her own gloved one, stepping delicately down the rest of the stairs so she was at the figure's side. "Are you looking for someone? I think I am... or at least, I should be." She really should find the prince, since the magic hadn't faded? But where was he? Something about the eighth floor sounded familiar, but she couldn't figure out why. Besides, this person was going up, not down.