oh just like yesterday Who: Lila and Madeleine When: Early afternoon Where: Home
"Be a dear, Martie, and fetch me my glass," Lila requested without looking away from the telly. For all that these Americans weren't that intelligent and their accents grated on her nerves, this was actually an interesting story. A local high schooler who'd gotten stabbed, supposedly for being a witch? Supernatural hate crimes, tsk tsk tsk. They needed to see to those. Though really, who could blame them? If Lila had been born a boring, pathetic little vanilla human then she'd be jealous of the better people as well. Resentment was only natural. Like a big sibling being jealous of the younger because they were smarter or better at sports or any number of other things that they should be best at. Silly, ridiculous little humans.
Martie grumbled, but he still darted into the kitchen to find and fill the glass that Lila had been using that morning. They'd had a little discussion in the past few days about how he couldn't go and get Madeleine when Lila asked him for something. Her daughter was pregnant and deserved her rest. Martie? Was a monkey and her familiar and he needed to do as he was told or she wouldn't buy him the food that he liked best. She was certain that he wasn't supposed to have the junk food he liked so much. He liked to say that he wasn't her slave and Lila liked to respond with of course he wasn't, he couldn't do near as much. And then there she went envisioning a world where the vanilla's were slaves to the supernatural races because that was about all they'd be good for.
"Thank you," she said when the cool glass pressed into her hand. Cold drinks were the only time she liked cold things. Otherwise the weather could be as it was now always. Without sudden rainstorms that she strongly suspected were the works of water or air elementals. Damn them and their element. It simply wasn't fair that they be allowed to use theirs as they wished, yet she couldn't have a temper and rain fire down on the world without likely finding herself facing some kind of reprisal. If they could prove it was me. 'Please don't, I don't want to be a crisp.' Lila waved her familiar off and turned her attention back to the telly. Then she glanced back in the direction of the stairs. Was Madeleine still upstairs? In the kitchen? Outside? She needed a tracker on that girl and no it didn't matter to her that she was obviously a woman grown and capable of caring for herself. "Madeleine; have you seen the news today? Are you here or off playing with that snake again?" If high school truly wasn't in session she could see how the second was likely. "Ah well, can't get you in more trouble than he already has."