extradimensional space

[thaumobabble]

Here is a house.

It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.

There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.

Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.

All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.

Comments

[allthebrightest]

Tony yawns.

"I like pretty," she says smugly. "When I can do pretty, I do."

[thaumobabble]

"Good for you!"

[allthebrightest]

She beams.

"Best morning," she announces.

[thaumobabble]

Bella laughs, and she reaches into her sleeve for some nibbles to breakfast on. "Always happy to dispense credit where it's due."

[allthebrightest]

"Sherry, make breakfast," Tony says sleepily.

[calendarofcrime]

"Happily."

[thaumobabble]

"Ooh, what are you cooking? I'm pretty helpless without my magic kitchen, myself, I always just pack enough when I'm on a trip."

[calendarofcrime]

"Let's see," says Sherlock.

She produces breakfast. It is delicious.

[thaumobabble]

Bella doesn't solicit any - she has her own and doesn't know how long they're packed for. Then she rolls up her bedroll until it fits back in her sleeve and tucks it away.

[calendarofcrime]

"Handy," comments Sherlock. Hers and Tony's both fold up considerably smaller than they look like they should, but there is no magic involved, just efficient design.

[thaumobabble]

"Well, your bag will do it now too," says Bella, smiling and hauling herself up to her feet with the clever use of a tree.

[allthebrightest]

"Yeah," says Tony, "but we didn't overpack for the trip, so we still have only as much stuff as it'd physically hold."

[thaumobabble]

"If I had to work with that I'd never go anywhere. They don't cover weightlifting in magic school. I filled my gym credit on a broomstick - that was before my accident."

[allthebrightest]

"Accident...?"

[thaumobabble]

"I was kind of a daredevil on that thing. It didn't get me into trouble until I'd been out of school for a while. Got distracted at high altitude and a witch plowed right into me and I fell and had to spend two days in the healer's ward. I'm not scared of heights, now, just brooms. My broom was completely wrecked anyway, and they're not any cheaper than carpets - not if you get one that can fly and not one that just does, you know, floors - so I've just been saving for a nice rug."

[allthebrightest]

"Gotcha," says Tony.

And... looks thoughtful.

[thaumobabble]

"Hmm?"

[allthebrightest]

"Nothiiiiiiiing."

[thaumobabble]

"Awwwwww," says Bella as the camp is struck and they proceed castleward. "Pleeeeease?"

[allthebrightest]

"No, okay, I promise you'll find out eventually," she says, "I just have to..." She waves her hands inarticulately. "Stuff."

[thaumobabble]

"Aha, stuff. I misunderstand incompletely."

[allthebrightest]

"Stuff," she agrees. "I really will explain later. When there is actually something to explain."

[thaumobabble]

"Fair enough," laughs Bella. "Broomsticks are uncomfortable anyway, even if you do sit sidesaddle like you're supposed to, and I was never that reckless when I was trying to do tricks..."

[calendarofcrime]

"Yes, that does sound potentially troublesome," muses Sherlock.

[thaumobabble]

"Very. I understand they're easy to enchant compared to, say, chairs with straps to hold you in nice and snug, but there are actually staggering numbers of broom accidents if you look at the per hatpoint statistics." Pause. "That being the witch-only term for per capita."