A/N: I wanted to publish these fics here as well because they were supposed to be just drabbles but I don't know the definition of the word short and most of them developed into fully-fledged fics. I spent so much time writing them that I had to bring them over on here, too.
Each one-shot will have a short summary to indicate what the story is about. I hope you'll enjoy them and maybe leave me a review if something catches your eye.
Griffin is waiting for Ediltrude and Zarathustra who are supposed to help her cast a spell.
Griffin glanced at the hourglass full of what looked like dirt but was actually fairy dust that had been drained of its magical properties. She had an hourglass full of dead fairy dust–a family heirloom–and plans that would be murdered by Ediltrude's inability to be in time. The woman had no idea what being punctual meant and that would ruin Griffin's spell. They were supposed to do it right when the moon was full and there were only fifty-eight seconds left until then. She huffed in exasperation. What kind of witch didn't know how important being on time was in a situation like that?
Her attention was drawn exactly thirty-four seconds later by the feeling of familiar magical signatures followed by Ediltrude and Zara flying out of the forest and onto the shore of the lake. "I will kill you later but now we need to hurry. Only twenty seconds left," she said coldly as she threw the spell book at them to make sure they wouldn't mess up the incantation.
They had the common sense not to try to talk and instead focus on the pages in front of them and she felt her anger dissipate as they started the spell. They wouldn't have to wait another month to do it so maybe she would forgive them without yelling too much first.