She got there early, about quarter 'til the hour Mr. Wordsworth had told her to be here. She hoped he'd successfully convinced his 'friend' to come. She asked for a glass of cider - not the hard stuff, please - and settled in at a table where she could see the door.
She was wearing the (mended and washed) clothes Mr. Wordsworth had seen her wearing in the Labyrinth, hoping that any description he'd given she would match. This late in the season, she had a coat on, too, but she took that off and hung it on the back of her chair as she sipped her cider and waited.
If I'd thought of it, I'd've pretended not to have magic, too, she thought to herself, a tad bitterly. Whoever this friend was, they were already more clever than she was. She hoped they'd be a help to her in accepting what it was to be A-... to have magic.
for Evie with thanks
She was wearing the (mended and washed) clothes Mr. Wordsworth had seen her wearing in the Labyrinth, hoping that any description he'd given she would match. This late in the season, she had a coat on, too, but she took that off and hung it on the back of her chair as she sipped her cider and waited.
If I'd thought of it, I'd've pretended not to have magic, too, she thought to herself, a tad bitterly. Whoever this friend was, they were already more clever than she was. She hoped they'd be a help to her in accepting what it was to be A-... to have magic.
for Evie with thanks
