051; In Which Sophie Goes For a Flight

[eldest_hatter]

[Night has fallen on Mayfield and things are rather dark. However, if you happen to be out around town, you might spot a single light flying through the dark. Upon closer inspection you will see that the light is actually a camping lantern hanging from a broomstick. Sitting atop the broom is none other than Sophie

Comments

[braided_icarus]

[Is that lady flying? And is that a....broom Ed sees her using when on a late night walk?]

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie spots Ed below her, so she politely smiles and waves as she floats down to a hovering level.]

Good evening.

[braided_icarus]

Er, hi. How the hell do you--[Pointing at the broom. How is that even possible?]

[eldest_hatter]

Well I am a witch after all. I did tell you that before, didn't I?

[bullsit]

[Unfortunately for Sophie, one of her housemates is a nocturnal alien with a keen interest in the art of flight.

Just as she's trying to make it out the door, Tavros will finally get the nerve to open his mouth and let the awkward spill out everywhere.]

Do, uh, humans normally take cleaning instruments, on nightly trips, outside?

[eldest_hatter]

[Startled, Sophie lets out a soft gasp and turns around to face Tavros.]

Ah...no. Not normally.

[bullsit]

Oh, okay, sorry, for asking then, I guess I just wanted to, um, clarify, on the nature of your human cleaning rituals.

[eldest_hatter]

No. That's quite alright.

I was...going out for a short flight. I practice at night so that I am less of a bother to people around town.

[theseineone]

[He was just going out into his front yard for a breath of fresh, night air and a cigarette when he saw the little light.

... There is a woman on a broomstick up there, isn't there?]

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie halts when she spots France. She gently tells the broom to lower itself until she is floating right in front of the house. She had of course noticed the absence of the younger country in her house, but this couldn't possibly be...]

...Francis?

[theseineone]

... Madame Sophie. [Right, she'd said she was a witch.

A witch.

Why is this his life?]

Good evening.

[eldest_hatter]

But you're...

[She looks a little surprised to say the least. Maybe this time she had had her nose stuck in a book too long. Why hadn't she noticed Francis had come back.]

It is good to see you again. [She attempts to smooth out her expression and smile.]

[pinkmineralgirl]

[[Popuri sees the light outside and, just decides to head outside to check it out. Lanterns are rare anywhere, but she's a little worried that it might accidentally be a ghost... But... maybe someone's lost?

And Popuri tries to help when people are lost! She'd hate to be lost too!]]

Uhhm... Hellooo?

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie hears her voice and directs the broom to take her over to Popuri.]

Good evening.

So I use this icon for lack of a better

[pinkmineralgirl]

Ahh... h-hello...

A-are you... a witch? [[Girl on broom... = witch? But, Popuri isn't sure if she should be scared or impressed. It's a young girl, and pretty... so... she's not a bad one, right?

[eldest_hatter]

[She smiles kindly.]

Yes, that's right. I hope my flying hasn't bothered you at all.

[gdisnowpatrol]

[ Izzie was just enjoying some tea on her porch when she sees ... a literal broomstick flying about her ]

Holy shit.

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie swoops down low and stops in front of Izzy.]

You know, you really shouldn't use such language.

[gdisnowpatrol]

[ just. staring. ]

That's. A broom.

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie looks at the broom carrying her.]

Yes. It is. I haven't gotten the knack for anything much larger. Hopefully someday I can convince a chair or something more comfortable to sit on the fly for me.