Briana Mullet (loosepages) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-06-02 20:41:00 |
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Bríana's shop opened at six in the morning every day but Sunday. She liked being the only place in town that was open for the early workers who needed a caffeine boost in the morning. She usually had a rush between seven and eight, though there were those who came in just after opening. There were the incredibly early birds who liked leaving work early in the afternoons. She was up at five, showered and ready by half five. She didn't know anything was afoot until she was halfway down the stairs from her flat and heard a crash.
Gripping her wand, she hurried down the last few steps and quietly walked into the main shop. The lights came on automatically, and she was ready with a stunning spell for whatever fecker thought it was okay to rob her. When what she was met with wasn't a human who could be hexed but hundreds of dormice, she just stopped and stared. There wasn't anything else she could do. They were everywhere. All of her jars of tea, they were empty, and Brí's stomach dropped. She couldn't make sense of it. They were charmed against this kind of thing. She was so careful with her stock.
She heard a rustle from her work room, where she dried her herbs, and she had to close her eyes and count to ten before she screamed. Or cried. She really wanted to cry. She had no idea how she was supposed to get rid of them. She wasn't the fucking Pied Piper! Another crash made her eyes fly open, and with a flick of her wrist she had her front door open. She would have to fix whatever damage happened to her books later. She just needed the dormice out of her shop. Bríana didn't give a shit about animal rights. They were lucky she didn't just kill them all for eating every last bit of her tea, blends and herbs that had taken her months to get perfect.
In groups of whatever number her spell caught, she flung the dormice out the front door. Many scurried away in the face of her fury; others weren't lucky enough to leave of their own accord. In about fifteen minutes, she had her place completely clear of them. She used summoning charms to make sure she'd gotten them all. Once her door was closed again, Brí turned slowly and surveyed the damage. Her books seemed untouched, but her jars were empty, and half a dozen were broken. Not a lot made her cry. The last time she'd had a really good cry was when she found out she couldn't fly anymore. This felt a bit like that--hopeless and unfixable. It didn't matter that that wasn't true, that she would bounce back. She was very overwhelmed and had no tea, and likely wouldn't have any for weeks.
Not knowing what else to do, Brí sat on the floor in the middle of her shop and sobbed.