Fisher (tenth_life) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-05 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-25 |
A witch and a werewolf walk into the vegetable aisle...
Who: Gabe & Gretel (“Penny”)
Where: From a street corner to a car seat to wherever she cons him the night takes them. Or, like, the grocery store.
When: 10 PM
Gretel had very determinedly not laughed when told about the curfew. For one thing, the too-deliberately casual expression on her mother's' faces was a clear warning sign of them expecting a fight. Or at least a heavy dose of whining. And while normally Gretel glibly accommodated her parents' nettlesome expectations, this time the charade seemed an effort not worth the profit. It was easier to roll her eyes and act distracted, to pick a fight with her older brother over remote control rights, and to sneak a couple of rice grains and specks of sesame into the soda bottle during the family pizza dinner. Chamomile oil would've been better, but.
One had to work with one had—no matter how little that was.
The pizza grease was still haunting her tongue when Gretel carefully locked the backdoor behind her. She paused long enough to press her thumb over the keyhole, feeling the reassuring buzz of the house ward against her skin, before hitching her messenger bag a little firmer over one shoulder and setting off.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's work from home I go...
It was a rather pretty place, really. Too many towns, in Gretel's experience, wore the night badly; they turned small and grim in the after hours. But Scarlet Oaks had a snug and fleecy sort of darkness, despite its bad press. Here the night felt—obliging.
Gretel could do a lot with that.
Eventually.
For now, however, she'd settle for finding the damn grocery store. The MapQuest print out was being as cooperative as a kick to the head and she really wanted to get her supplies before midnight struck. Her spellwork was suffering enough handicaps as it were; Gretel didn't relish the thought of being thwarted by a timetable.
Pausing at the intersection for better light, she frowned again at the paper in her hand.