A/N: *sweatdrop* No, I guess not... ach, well. Who cares? *does a happy dance*
Chapter 5
BANG BANG BANG
"OPEN UP IN THERE!" Louisa yelled, thumping the black doors with her fist.
Roberta put her ear to the door, listening carefully. "Someone's coming!" she trilled suddenly, and the four Blue Cats adjusted their skirts hurriedly.
The door creaked open an inch. "Yes?" quavered part of a face.
"Hwe are but poor and hlost seamstresses," Louisa glowered at him, stepping forward. "Hwe HUMBLY hask to speak hwith hyour Archchancellor."
"W-w-w-w-women aren't allowed in the University," the wizard stuttered, rallying magnificently in the face of, well, Louisa.
Wilhelmina sighed. "That," she said, inserting her foot in the door, "shouldn't be a problem."
The student wizard Jemish Moist had NOT had a good day. He had been trampled. He had been yelled at. He had been lectured. He had been tested. He had failed an exam.
And then the classes had started.
Jemish was now minus two eyebrows, most of his nose hair, and his chances of growing a beard for the next fifteen years or so. Maybe he could get a posting in the HEM building...
And then the five lovely ladies had knocked. He wasn't sure if he was going to survive another minute.
BANG BANG BANG
"OPEN UP IN THAR!" Detritus yelled, thumping the black doors with his fist.
Nobby put his ear to the door, listening carefully. "Someone's coming!" he hissed suddenly, and the four Watchmen hurriedly stood to attention (excepting, of course, the wonderful and humble Sam Vimes).
The door creaked open an inch. "Yes?" quavered part of a face.
"Hello, Mr. Moist!" Carrot said, his face brightening. "Is the Archchancellor about? We really need to talk to him."
"Er, er, er, come right in," the wizard stuttered, melting under Carrot's beaming gaze.
"I told you we only needed to ask," the Captain told Vimes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."
"What's all this??!" the Archchancellor roared at the student wizard.
The young man found he didn't need to go to the privy anymore. "Jemish is on door duty so he sent me to find you and show the, er" -he gulped, remembering all too many wallops to the head with a pink umbrella- "... ladies to you."
"Ai am hMiss Louisa Turnuppit," Louisa bellowed, gouging the boy out of the way with her parasol. "These are hmai colleagues, hMiss hWilhelmina Skurt, hMiss Theodora Schmittenheimer, and hMiss Roberta Sett."
Grey leaned back as Ridcully bent over her, his enormous pink face filling the entire world. She had laughed when the Bursar found himself needing handfuls of dried frog pills when being presented with the Archchancellor's enormous countenance at close range, but she found herself wanting to say something... "Whoops, there goes Mr. Jelly?" she mumbled apologetically.
"And who's THIS?" Ridcully said a bit too loudly.
Grey stuck out a hand, remembering herself. "Grey," she said faintly.
"Miss Grey what?"
The girl blushed like a volcano had erupted behind her face. "I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm not a Seamstress," she muttered, grinning nervously. "I'm just Grey. Just Grey."
Ridcully turned to Louisa. "All right, fine," he said. "But why are you HERE?"
The seamstresses, to a man, pointed right at Grey. "Her," Louisa said.
Grey somehow contrived to blush more.
"I must warn you," said the boy in front of them. "The Archchancellor is meeting with someone else right now, so you'll 'ave to wait."
"We're here by order of the Patrician," Vimes growled, marching ahead.
"Yes, yes, but the Archchancellor is 'ere because 'e's the 'ead of the University," the boy stuttered. "And 'e doesn't 'ave a lot of free time."
"He'll just have to make some."
"I was afraid you were going to say that." The boy pushed open the door to the HEM building miserably. "Thar 'e is."
"Louisa!" Wilhelmina squealed, tugging at the older woman's arm.
"hWHAT?" Louisa growled.
"Look!" Roberta tittered, giggling into her handkerchief.
Louisa looked. So did Grey. Louisa giggled. Grey blushed and hid behind Louisa.
Commander Samuel Vimes walked into the room, glared at the five women, and turned to the Archchancellor, opening his mouth. He stopped. He turned. He stared.
"You might want to close your mouth, dear," Theodora said. "Flies might be attracted, and that can be VERY embarrassing."
"How did you like the eye shadow, incidentally?" Roberta asked.
Chapter 5
BANG BANG BANG
"OPEN UP IN THERE!" Louisa yelled, thumping the black doors with her fist.
Roberta put her ear to the door, listening carefully. "Someone's coming!" she trilled suddenly, and the four Blue Cats adjusted their skirts hurriedly.
The door creaked open an inch. "Yes?" quavered part of a face.
"Hwe are but poor and hlost seamstresses," Louisa glowered at him, stepping forward. "Hwe HUMBLY hask to speak hwith hyour Archchancellor."
"W-w-w-w-women aren't allowed in the University," the wizard stuttered, rallying magnificently in the face of, well, Louisa.
Wilhelmina sighed. "That," she said, inserting her foot in the door, "shouldn't be a problem."
The student wizard Jemish Moist had NOT had a good day. He had been trampled. He had been yelled at. He had been lectured. He had been tested. He had failed an exam.
And then the classes had started.
Jemish was now minus two eyebrows, most of his nose hair, and his chances of growing a beard for the next fifteen years or so. Maybe he could get a posting in the HEM building...
And then the five lovely ladies had knocked. He wasn't sure if he was going to survive another minute.
BANG BANG BANG
"OPEN UP IN THAR!" Detritus yelled, thumping the black doors with his fist.
Nobby put his ear to the door, listening carefully. "Someone's coming!" he hissed suddenly, and the four Watchmen hurriedly stood to attention (excepting, of course, the wonderful and humble Sam Vimes).
The door creaked open an inch. "Yes?" quavered part of a face.
"Hello, Mr. Moist!" Carrot said, his face brightening. "Is the Archchancellor about? We really need to talk to him."
"Er, er, er, come right in," the wizard stuttered, melting under Carrot's beaming gaze.
"I told you we only needed to ask," the Captain told Vimes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."
"What's all this??!" the Archchancellor roared at the student wizard.
The young man found he didn't need to go to the privy anymore. "Jemish is on door duty so he sent me to find you and show the, er" -he gulped, remembering all too many wallops to the head with a pink umbrella- "... ladies to you."
"Ai am hMiss Louisa Turnuppit," Louisa bellowed, gouging the boy out of the way with her parasol. "These are hmai colleagues, hMiss hWilhelmina Skurt, hMiss Theodora Schmittenheimer, and hMiss Roberta Sett."
Grey leaned back as Ridcully bent over her, his enormous pink face filling the entire world. She had laughed when the Bursar found himself needing handfuls of dried frog pills when being presented with the Archchancellor's enormous countenance at close range, but she found herself wanting to say something... "Whoops, there goes Mr. Jelly?" she mumbled apologetically.
"And who's THIS?" Ridcully said a bit too loudly.
Grey stuck out a hand, remembering herself. "Grey," she said faintly.
"Miss Grey what?"
The girl blushed like a volcano had erupted behind her face. "I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm not a Seamstress," she muttered, grinning nervously. "I'm just Grey. Just Grey."
Ridcully turned to Louisa. "All right, fine," he said. "But why are you HERE?"
The seamstresses, to a man, pointed right at Grey. "Her," Louisa said.
Grey somehow contrived to blush more.
"I must warn you," said the boy in front of them. "The Archchancellor is meeting with someone else right now, so you'll 'ave to wait."
"We're here by order of the Patrician," Vimes growled, marching ahead.
"Yes, yes, but the Archchancellor is 'ere because 'e's the 'ead of the University," the boy stuttered. "And 'e doesn't 'ave a lot of free time."
"He'll just have to make some."
"I was afraid you were going to say that." The boy pushed open the door to the HEM building miserably. "Thar 'e is."
"Louisa!" Wilhelmina squealed, tugging at the older woman's arm.
"hWHAT?" Louisa growled.
"Look!" Roberta tittered, giggling into her handkerchief.
Louisa looked. So did Grey. Louisa giggled. Grey blushed and hid behind Louisa.
Commander Samuel Vimes walked into the room, glared at the five women, and turned to the Archchancellor, opening his mouth. He stopped. He turned. He stared.
"You might want to close your mouth, dear," Theodora said. "Flies might be attracted, and that can be VERY embarrassing."
"How did you like the eye shadow, incidentally?" Roberta asked.