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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jul 1, 2005 2:40:06 GMT -5
I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANY MORE!!!!
*guilt*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jul 3, 2005 23:42:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]0_0[/glow]
*shakes fist*
KatIIIIIIIIIIIE!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jul 4, 2005 2:34:46 GMT -5
I'm sorryyyy! Inspiration has failed me on this one. I have no idea where it's going, and I can't write it if I have no idea what'll happen next.... I need more ideas.
*waits for ideas*
Damn.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jul 10, 2005 0:59:11 GMT -5
KATIE!
I have nothing to reeeeaaaaad!
*shakes fist*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jul 10, 2005 5:03:20 GMT -5
I updated Fandom Wars!! Or have you already read the new bit?... And I updated the Mary-Sue too, but that's nothing worth celebrating...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jul 10, 2005 21:32:22 GMT -5
I didn't ask about Fandom Wars or your Sue, Katie...
I asked about Hawthorne Dene.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jul 12, 2005 11:18:23 GMT -5
*is scared*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jul 15, 2005 14:49:14 GMT -5
*menace menace menace*
ENTERTAIN ME IN MY DISEASED STATE!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jul 31, 2005 12:00:47 GMT -5
OK OK! I've written a tiny bit...
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jul 31, 2005 12:12:58 GMT -5
And this really is a tiny bit, mind. Just to keep you going.
The next morning, by the time the doctors came by on ward rounds, Alex was already awake, dressed, packed, and perched on the edge of her bed, eager to leave. As incredible an adventure this pencil, the wizard and Mr Brown seemed to promise, she didn’t particularly want to have anything to do with it, and wanted to get away from the hospital.
After some umming and erring from the doctors, they finally said she could go home. Her mum hung back, concerned that they were letting her out too soon, but Alex had already jumped to her feet, swung her bag over her shoulder and was out the door.
She limped her way down the corridor. She had seen the cut on her leg when the nurse changed her dressing that morning – it wasn’t too bad, but would leave a satisfying scar that she could make up some interesting story for. The plaster on her head had fallen off in the night, and the cut had already healed sufficiently to not require a replacement.
As they drove home, Alex sat back and let mother’s self-reassuring chatter wash over her. She vaguely acknowledged she was saying she would have to stay home from school for a couple of days, but her mind was on the pencil.
What should she do with it? She would have liked to have flushed it down the toilet at the hospital, but the wizard’s and Mr Brown’s concern for it made her feel that it was too important for such a fate. It was magic, apparently, and very much so if it could burn a hole in blankets but not hurt her hand. It was also apparent that the wizard and Mr Brown probably didn’t want it for the same reason.
So who should she give it to? Should she give it to anyone? Maybe she could just hide it under her bed – it would never be seen again. But again, she felt she couldn’t just hide it away and pretend it had never existed.
She sighed. There was really only one thing she could do to finally get this out of her life. She had to go and talk to the wizard. She firmly believed that she didn’t want to do so, but the truth was she had inherited her grandmother’s curiosity, and that part of her desperately wanted to know what she had got mixed up in.
Incidentally, her grandmother died when she went through a door marked ‘Do not enter’ and strayed onto a Ghost Train’s railway tracks.
That afternoon, having assured her mother repeatedly that she was fine, when her mother went out to buy food for Alex’s stay at home, Alex immediately leapt out of bed and pulled some socks and shoes on. She only had half an hour or so – her mother could shop extremely quickly when she put her mind to it – and intended not to waste it.
Two minutes later, she was out the door and running across the street to Hawthorne Dene. She ran up the path to the front door and, curiosity and anger overcoming any trepidation or nerves she might have, pressed the doorbell. It made the noise of a doorknocker, which she could hear echoing around the hall inside. No-one came.
She silently counted to ten, and then pressed the doorbell-knocker again. Then, losing all patience, she opened the letterbox and shouted through it, “Hey! Wizard! It’s the girl you stole the car from! I know you’re there!”
She, of course, had no idea whether he was there or not, and it was only when she said that that she realized she didn’t. She was about to turn round and go home when she heard quick footsteps on the stairs and across to the door. She quickly straightened up as it swung open.
And there was the wizard, looking mildly surprised to find Alex standing on his doorstep. Suddenly he recognized her, and his face broke into a smile. “Of course! The girl in the car! I’m very glad you popped round. Come in – would you like some tea?”
“No thanks,” said Alex, not stepping over the threshold, “I just wanted to give you this.” She held out the pencil. “It’s caused me enough trouble for now.”
The wizard raised his eyebrows questioningly. “What sort of trouble?”
“Er, well, let’s see, it made you decide to hijack my mum’s car – which you then crashed, may I add, landing me in hospital with a broken arm – and then some random guy came in asking me questions - what are you doing?”
The wizard had taken hold of her broken arm, and was examining the cast carefully with a slight smile. “Oh dear,” he said, “I am very sorry about this. Would you prefer me to fix it for you? As a way of making amends.”
Alex hesitated. She didn’t want to owe the wizard anything, or get embroiled in this oddness any more than she already was. “What, with magic?”
“Yes. Is that a problem? You can wait for it to heal naturally, of course.”
“Well, it’s just… I think my mum would ask questions.”
“She doesn’t need to know. Just keep wearing the cast. You get to get the attention without having the actual pain,” he said with a smile.
Alex was strongly tempted – not just because she wanted her arm in one piece again, but also to see some actual, proper magic, to dispel any doubts she had. “All right,” she said, and followed the wizard inside.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 1, 2005 18:14:57 GMT -5
Oh come on, you can keep going from there. *stern look*
*glomps*
YAY FOR BEING BACK AND NOT LEAVING JACKIE ALL ALONE ON THE MESSAGEBOARD!!!!
*glomp glomp glomp*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 2, 2005 12:22:53 GMT -5
EEEEP!!!
*drowns in glompiness*
And I can go on, technically... I'm just not...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 2, 2005 23:48:00 GMT -5
Twerp.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 3, 2005 4:40:12 GMT -5
*sniff*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 3, 2005 12:53:53 GMT -5
Aw, come on. You know you deserved that.
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