Screaming Witch

“I hate myself AHHHH!” Leah screamed. “WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! NO! NO NO! AHHHHH!” Bridget burst into the chamber. “Leah!!” She shouted. “I could hear you from my room on the first floor! If you’re going to scream about it, quit doing magic in the middle of the night!”

Bridget went over to steady her roommate. Leah was still running around the ritual chamber screaming. “NO! NO! THIS ISN’T THE WAY” she bellowed. “THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY LITTLE POPPIES?!” WWHERE ARE THE POPPIES?! I—“

*SMACK* Bridget’s slap seemed to refocus Leah. “Bridget?!” She asked. “Where did you come from?! Why’d you slap me?” Bridget crossed her arms. “You were running around screaming about poppies,” she explained. “I didn’t see another way to get you to stop. Here let me see that book.” Leah sheepishly handed over the volume she’d been flapping about. Bridget looked at the cover and then at the page it was open to. “I think you’ve been sleep casting again,” she told Leah. “This isn’t a spell tome. It’s a cook book, you had it open to a recipe for pop overs!”

Leah blushed and fidgeted with her robes.”Well, I do fancy a nice pastry,” she confided. “Maybe for breakfast?” Bridget looked at the water clock on the dais. Dawn wasn’t for another three hours. “Okay,” Bridget said. “Only if you come with me and go back to sleep.”

It was hard living with an absent minded sorceress. Still Bridget wouldn’t trade it.