The Weird Sisters
The weird sisters sit in a coffee shop, chatting about something or other.
1: It was great to catch up with you guys like that? So… when shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?
3: If we meet up on Tuesday we can get all three… what with that storm on the way…
2: No thanks. When the hurley burley's done.
3: When the battle's lost… and won…
2: What's that supposed to mean?
3: Well we don't want to be meeting right in a war zone, do we? We just want to be at the end!
1: Okay… (checks diary) next Friday then?
Others nod in agreement
1: Where the place?
3: Costa!
2: No. Not scary enough. I mean we want to do this properly after all… Upon the heath?
1: Sounds good to me…
3: There to meet with…
(checks diary)
3: Macbeth!
2: No! It says here (points to own diary) Tom Riddle! Look… Friday, Tom Riddle.
1: Well my diary also says Macbeth. You must've made a mistake love.
2: Okay… (doubtfully) let me just fix this…
Starts writing in diary…
1: Okay, so that's all the admin taken care of… lets finish up
3: Okay…
1: Fair is foul and foul is fair, blah, blah, blah
2: (glares)No! We have to do it properly! We are witches you know.
1: (sighs) alright then.
They all join hands.
All: Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air.
3: Okay we done? I've gotta pick up a can of paint from Homebase…
1: Decorating?
3: Yeah… I'm thinking of selling…
2: Wait… are we gonna do the basic fortune-ey stuff on Friday? You know… (waves hands about and speaks in a high-pitched voice) All hail Macbeth! Hail to the Thane of Cawdor!
1: Yeah, but not until after I say 'Hail to the Thane of Glamis'.
3: What do I say again?
2: Were you even listening? You say 'Soon to be King hereafter!' and maybe you could cackle a bit…
3: Hun, it's the 21st century, nobody cackles anymore…
1: Well see you guys… I gotta go…
All leave.