Thanks for the corrections.
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Perhaps selfishly, my first thought on hearing raised voices from the kitchen was that Will probably wasn't going to be sneaking me leftovers from dinner.
I don't know exactly how much I need to eat - less than Will, in general - but it didn't mean I didn't like to. We didn't have any way to judge whether Elyon was right and that eating would now give me some degree of existence independent of Elyon's magic, but I didn't see how it could hurt.
My second thought was to take cover - I'd been using Will's desk to have my own stab at her Maths homework (I couldn't believe how much of a struggle she'd been having with it until I tried for myself. Any greater facility with numbers I have is less a matter of natural genius on my part and more that she kind of sucks at it) - before the inevitable so when Will stormed into the room and slammed the door, I was lying behind the shelter of her bed and thus out of sight from the door.
"Ugh!" Will grumbled, sprawling on the bed. "Why doesn't she ever listen?"
Her pet squeaked enquiringly and knowing what would be most likely to calm Will down I scooped the dormouse out from under her bed and dropped into her stomach. She automatically began to pet it, and I judged the tactic to be a success.
Sitting down crosslegged behind the bed I rested my arms on the mattress and my chin on my arms. "She said no to joining the swim team?"
"'No. Now clear the table'," she quoted bitterly. "Collins told her my grades are no good so I'm not allowed to do anything but study."
I hmmed sympathetically. Will had been all fired up about being asked to join Sheffield Institute's swim team for the local championships. Swimming was something she enjoyed and was good at (from the descriptions I wanted a chance to try it myself but the opportunity hadn't arisen), making it a welcome change from most of her classes. "Did she mention anything specific?"
Will shook her head. "It's not fair. I could try to bring my grades up but she has spoken and she'll never change her mind."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." She rolled over to face me, still holding her dormouse against her. "What makes it worse is that I've got history first class tomorrow with Mr. Collins. Mom will probably get a report from him on every detail before I even have lunch!"
"Is he really that bad?"
Will made a grumbling sound. "If he wasn't a teacher... and if he wasn't making moves on Mom... and spying on me for her... he might just be some old guy."
"So, if he wasn't involved in your life at all then you wouldn't care one way or another about him?"
"Pretty much."
I nodded. "Well that sounds pretty monstrous."
"Yeah, if you met him you could see for yourself." Then she sat up sharply. "Hey..."
I sat back. "Uh... hey?"
"You're pretty much stuck here all day, mostly, right?"
"Yeeeaah." I had an idea of what she had in mind and it excited me. Sure, it'd be wrong... but that just made it all the more exciting in some ways.
Will shuffled her pet around to her shoulder so that she could look me in the eyes. "But you'd like to get out some more, right?"
"As long as Elyon doesn't stick me in another painting."
"She couldn't do that if you were at school," my sister said triumphantly.
Yes! She suggested it! She's going to let me do it! "But doesn't that mean you'd be cutting school?" I asked. "Mom's mad about your grades already and I don't know most of the stuff."
"You'll be fine! You've read, like, every school book I have, cover to cover. I haven't done that yet. Besides, while you're at school I can get all my homework done for the week. Even if I can't go swimming that would mean I wouldn't have to miss doing any if some Guardian business comes up."
"Well..." Even my feigned reluctance - I didn't want her to think was a pushover - was slipping. "You'll do all the chores too? I don't want to get stuck with doing two days worth."
"Of course!"
"Just this once then." Yes! Yes! Yes!
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H.
Perhaps selfishly, my first thought on hearing raised voices from the kitchen was that Will probably wasn't going to be sneaking me leftovers from dinner.
I don't know exactly how much I need to eat - less than Will, in general - but it didn't mean I didn't like to. We didn't have any way to judge whether Elyon was right and that eating would now give me some degree of existence independent of Elyon's magic, but I didn't see how it could hurt.
My second thought was to take cover - I'd been using Will's desk to have my own stab at her Maths homework (I couldn't believe how much of a struggle she'd been having with it until I tried for myself. Any greater facility with numbers I have is less a matter of natural genius on my part and more that she kind of sucks at it) - before the inevitable so when Will stormed into the room and slammed the door, I was lying behind the shelter of her bed and thus out of sight from the door.
"Ugh!" Will grumbled, sprawling on the bed. "Why doesn't she ever listen?"
Her pet squeaked enquiringly and knowing what would be most likely to calm Will down I scooped the dormouse out from under her bed and dropped into her stomach. She automatically began to pet it, and I judged the tactic to be a success.
Sitting down crosslegged behind the bed I rested my arms on the mattress and my chin on my arms. "She said no to joining the swim team?"
"'No. Now clear the table'," she quoted bitterly. "Collins told her my grades are no good so I'm not allowed to do anything but study."
I hmmed sympathetically. Will had been all fired up about being asked to join Sheffield Institute's swim team for the local championships. Swimming was something she enjoyed and was good at (from the descriptions I wanted a chance to try it myself but the opportunity hadn't arisen), making it a welcome change from most of her classes. "Did she mention anything specific?"
Will shook her head. "It's not fair. I could try to bring my grades up but she has spoken and she'll never change her mind."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." She rolled over to face me, still holding her dormouse against her. "What makes it worse is that I've got history first class tomorrow with Mr. Collins. Mom will probably get a report from him on every detail before I even have lunch!"
"Is he really that bad?"
Will made a grumbling sound. "If he wasn't a teacher... and if he wasn't making moves on Mom... and spying on me for her... he might just be some old guy."
"So, if he wasn't involved in your life at all then you wouldn't care one way or another about him?"
"Pretty much."
I nodded. "Well that sounds pretty monstrous."
"Yeah, if you met him you could see for yourself." Then she sat up sharply. "Hey..."
I sat back. "Uh... hey?"
"You're pretty much stuck here all day, mostly, right?"
"Yeeeaah." I had an idea of what she had in mind and it excited me. Sure, it'd be wrong... but that just made it all the more exciting in some ways.
Will shuffled her pet around to her shoulder so that she could look me in the eyes. "But you'd like to get out some more, right?"
"As long as Elyon doesn't stick me in another painting."
"She couldn't do that if you were at school," my sister said triumphantly.
Yes! She suggested it! She's going to let me do it! "But doesn't that mean you'd be cutting school?" I asked. "Mom's mad about your grades already and I don't know most of the stuff."
"You'll be fine! You've read, like, every school book I have, cover to cover. I haven't done that yet. Besides, while you're at school I can get all my homework done for the week. Even if I can't go swimming that would mean I wouldn't have to miss doing any if some Guardian business comes up."
"Well..." Even my feigned reluctance - I didn't want her to think was a pushover - was slipping. "You'll do all the chores too? I don't want to get stuck with doing two days worth."
"Of course!"
"Just this once then." Yes! Yes! Yes!
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.