Here cease more questions: Thou art inclined to sleep… Set during The Uninvited, Act Once Rest Twice.
Hiya. As some of you might know, I'm meant to be on a tinternet limitation at the moment part of which means I havn't had a chance to read or review any thing properly (helps if pop up blockers not fritzing, eh , Sammi?). I feel really mean for it . But Oh my, Galvanize… feels like I've been writing this forever! And I should really finish off my homework and my other stories … But it's just a wee sappy drabble set during 'The Uninvited' that started out as a one shot and evolved into this twelve page unfinished madness . What distraction from my education could it possibly cause?
Though the title and summary belong to Mr Shakespeare (The Tempest I;ii for you fans of the theatre,) Jill Murphy owns every thing else, bar a rather moth-eaten sofa that I added to the staff room, as the only big comfy seats I've seen in there are a few battered little armchairs.
Let me know if anything is OoC or incorrect though remember, it could just be HB's in a good mood! (She does seem to get on better with Miss Crotchet then with Miss Bat in my mind).
Oh before I forget, this is dedicated to (and was partily inspired by) Miss NCD. She'll know why later on...because she's awesome like that and we all love her loads, don't we girlies? Yay for random internet convosations and face book status! Enjoy me dear hope it raises a smile :D
*RA, giggling, runs off stage left before she gets a virtual rolling pin to the head* x
Just to re cap whereabouts' in the plot line this story begins from, the Uninvited, a rather nasty old mythical monster responsible for the Fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty and making the castle all dusty, has been defeated, the Prince has woken everyone up and returned to his scrap of paper, Mildred's just popped over to Miss Cackle's office for a chat after saving the day (again) , HB's just delivered a little touching line about "that girl having talent" and seeing as no ones voted for a new head girl yet, Ethel's determined to go to the post box with letters of Jadu and Millie's expulsion...
"In that case, don't dawdle back and make sure you get to bed early." Miss Hardbroom instructed.
"Yes Miss Hardbroom." Ethel simpered.
"On your way then."
The girl nodded and finally left while Constance started toward the staff room, her fingers tingling from the sticking spell she'd set upon the letters...