Title: Call Waiting -- Willow (again)
Summary: Yup, they're in the dorm room again...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I would appreciate no
lawsuits, again
Thanks: to Vic, Jen, Dot, and Pete, as always.
Xander, Willow, and Anya were eating pizza in Willow's dorm room when
someone banged on the door. Xander leapt up, knocking over the Coke. The other two applauded. He opened the door, brushing Coke off his legs.
He froze. "Willow," he called sweetly, "I think it's for you."
Willow walked up behind him and gave him an affectionate shove, trying to get him to move. Then her brain processed the image of the two people waiting at the door.
Two black-clad women - two broomsticks - and a large cat with one yellow eye, glaring evilly.
The taller woman drew herself up. She straightened her black, pointy hat, and rubbed her white, pointy nose. "Do I address Miss Willow Rosenberg?" she demanded.
Willow could only nod.
"Wotcher," said the other witch cheerfully, round cheeks creased in a grin. She peeked around the first witch, taking in the room. "Ooh, pizza!"
"I sees you are a witch of great power," the taller witch declaimed. "We have travelled through many dimensions-"
"Including one with no shrimp," the shorter witch interrupted, shuddering.
"We have been looking for a witch of your abilities. We are in need of a third witch."
"With Magrat off up at the castle, doing her Queening, and Perdita learning to sing'n'all. Ooh, doughnuts too!" The shorter witch turned a pleading expression on the taller witch. "Esme, can't we? Just one?"
"We got work to do, Gytha," the taller witch snapped. "Well, girl? We would like to offer you a job. Come back to Lancre and be our third witch."
Willow stared. "Um, I don't think I could get the time off, really," she offered inadequately, voice wobbling. The situation wasn't helped by the muffled sniggers coming from the other two in the room.
The taller witch drew herself up again, looking beadily into Willow's eyes. "No one says no to Granny Weatherwax, child."
"Not if they don't want to walk funny for a week," the shorter witch
contributed. Then, as she caught sight of something else, "I don't think you'd better bring the kitty, though, love. Greebo's an old softy but he don't take kindly to other animals."
___
end
Summary: Yup, they're in the dorm room again...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I would appreciate no
lawsuits, again
Thanks: to Vic, Jen, Dot, and Pete, as always.
Xander, Willow, and Anya were eating pizza in Willow's dorm room when
someone banged on the door. Xander leapt up, knocking over the Coke. The other two applauded. He opened the door, brushing Coke off his legs.
He froze. "Willow," he called sweetly, "I think it's for you."
Willow walked up behind him and gave him an affectionate shove, trying to get him to move. Then her brain processed the image of the two people waiting at the door.
Two black-clad women - two broomsticks - and a large cat with one yellow eye, glaring evilly.
The taller woman drew herself up. She straightened her black, pointy hat, and rubbed her white, pointy nose. "Do I address Miss Willow Rosenberg?" she demanded.
Willow could only nod.
"Wotcher," said the other witch cheerfully, round cheeks creased in a grin. She peeked around the first witch, taking in the room. "Ooh, pizza!"
"I sees you are a witch of great power," the taller witch declaimed. "We have travelled through many dimensions-"
"Including one with no shrimp," the shorter witch interrupted, shuddering.
"We have been looking for a witch of your abilities. We are in need of a third witch."
"With Magrat off up at the castle, doing her Queening, and Perdita learning to sing'n'all. Ooh, doughnuts too!" The shorter witch turned a pleading expression on the taller witch. "Esme, can't we? Just one?"
"We got work to do, Gytha," the taller witch snapped. "Well, girl? We would like to offer you a job. Come back to Lancre and be our third witch."
Willow stared. "Um, I don't think I could get the time off, really," she offered inadequately, voice wobbling. The situation wasn't helped by the muffled sniggers coming from the other two in the room.
The taller witch drew herself up again, looking beadily into Willow's eyes. "No one says no to Granny Weatherwax, child."
"Not if they don't want to walk funny for a week," the shorter witch
contributed. Then, as she caught sight of something else, "I don't think you'd better bring the kitty, though, love. Greebo's an old softy but he don't take kindly to other animals."
___
end