Witch in which place? | Glowfic Constellation

witchwatcher

"Still warm. It's almost like more contained fire. Not an engineer, right. That's okay, I'll find a library sometime. Could you explain, uh, how the bath works? Haven't had a good bath in a week. Hot water rations."

"Yeah -" He demonstrates the faucet and how to prevent the bath from draining. "You could take a shower too, that's when this thing sprays the water and then drains right away? Most people do that. But baths are still a thing."

witchwatcher

"You know what, new world, new day. I'll try a shower. Are there clean clothes I could borrow somewhere?"

"...Probably but most of it is sized to fit wolves or kids. Um. I'll find something," he says. "Uh, soap, shampoo... girls sometimes condition their hair, right, there's conditioner here... razors washcloth towel bathmat... I think that's probably everything?"

witchwatcher

"Yeah, that's plenty of stuff. I'm from a low tech place compared to here, right, we got soap and a brush and that's it. If you can't find anything the right size, maybe wash my uniform really fast? And... Thanks."

"You're welcome," he chirps. "Um, you're wearing your uniform right now so I can't wash it."

witchwatcher

"I'll toss it out the door in a couple of minutes."

"'kay."

He departs the bathroom.

witchwatcher

A couple of minutes later, the door opens briefly and a crumpled uniform shirt, coat, pants, and boots get tossed out. The water starts running.

Maybe three quarters of an hour after that, she peeks out, looking for provided clothes.

The uniform is gone, but Shawn found her an outfit. Shorts and a blouse, twenty-first century underwear, pair of sandals. (It's Florida. It's warm.)

witchwatcher

She puts them on, only slightly mystified. They're not a great fit, but close enough.

"Showers are great. You still here, Shawn?"

"In the living room! Your uniform's in the dryer."

witchwatcher

She walks down to the living room. "Thanks. You gonna want to sleep in this house, or go home? It's not gonna be in the same room as me, or not yet at any rate."

"I'll stay here anyway if that's okay," he says.

witchwatcher

"That's fine. I think I'd better meet your parents. You expected this could happen and you're not too upset, it sounds like, but it seems like the curses in a faerie tale to me. Would they still be awake?"

"They're dead," he blinks. "I'm a Nor- I'm a pack kid."

witchwatcher

She winces, hard.

"I see... My brother's gone. Neuroi got him. My mom's living in my version of London somewhere. Never knew my dad."

Hug?

Hug!

"It's, um, I'm not upset about it? ...Which is for evil magic reasons, but I'm still not upset about it. I'm sorry about your brother."

witchwatcher

That's enough hug for now.

"I'm okay. It hurt, but in the end I'm okay. Evil magic? Probably Chelsea, right? That just makes it more sad, somehow. Well, push forward."

"Yeah, it was her. I'm okay. The packs are good about looking after us."

witchwatcher

"I've had a long day. Gonna get some sound sleep before flying to Ireland. Could you wake me up in time for breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure. Do you sleep light or will you be okay if I go get supper and come back?"

witchwatcher