Hello, it's me. I'm back after a very long period of time. I've decided
that since I've finally been added to someone's favorites list [waves to
person who added me], that I should keep writing. I'm going to.
Please keep in mind that I'm not a very good writer, and I don't do many of the things that a good writer should do, such as revise, review, have a beta, etc. I just write what's in my head (it's scary in there), and then post it. Thinking about it infringes too much on my time.
Granny Weatherwax sat, staring out of her window. It was a rather large window. It looked upon the slowly gurgling Ankh.um.river. She had a nice, as she described it "spiffy" desk.with a leather(ish) chair!
She turned around when she heard the door to her office open.
"Umm, Mistress Weatherwax?" Said her assistant, Tammy, timidly. Tammy is one of those people who's very good at organizing, but not very good at doing other things.such as being a witch.
"Yes, Tammy?" said Granny.
"Your carriage is here to take you to the meeting."
"Tell them I'll be right down."
"Yes, Mistress Weatherwax."
Granny had found that in the city of Ankh-Morpork you had to be very formal. It was very different from Lancre. Ah yes, Lancre, how she missed that place.but she's not homesick, atleast not yet. She's only been away for a week.
As she walked along the hallway, and then down the stairs, and then another set of stairs, Granny thought about how much had happened since she'd arrived. After her meeting with Lord Vetinari, Granny went and found a nice place to stay. She had only just convinced the land lord that she didn't have to pay, when she was approached by a young, official looking boy who was carrying a piece of paper.
"A letter from the patrician, Mistress Weatherwax." Said the boy.
"Thank you." She said as she started to read the letter.
'Oh dear!' she thought, as she read the letter. It seemed that she was going to be the head of the Witches' Guild. The letter assured her that she wouldn't have any problems. It instructed her to go the address of the old guild house.
She had gone, and when she got there, many so called witches were there, waiting to greet her. She set things straight right from the start. She tested each and every one of those women. She'd found out that most of them actually had some talent, but were so accustomed to the city that they had stopped practicing 'real' witching.
After the tests, she made sure that each and every member of the guild had a hat. She collected a membership fee from each of them, and made sure that everyone of them knew what she had done to the previous head of the guild.
She had checked the books, and found that the guild held quite a hefty sum of money. She asked Tammy how the guild had gotten so rich, and had been told that the guild was paid by Unseen University to not meddle in any affairs. Granny, obviously, had been outraged.
This was rather unfortunate for Mustrum Ridcully, archchancellor of UU, who dropped in a few minutes later.
Expecting the another idiot head witch, he had barged in, yelling and screaming about how 'the contract had been broken!' He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Granny. Every wizard at UU knew of Granny, due to a rather memorable incident a few years back, involving a battle between Granny and the Archchancellor.
"Missus Weatherwax," started Ridcully.
"It's MISTRESS Weatherwax, Mr. Ridcully. I'm just a humble old woman, so I wouldn't do anything violent, or bloody. I just happen to 've a question for you.."
"Yes?"
"Why," began Granny in a voice that made Ridcully seriously reconsider his postion.he was considering that the position would be much better behind the gates at UU. "are you paying (Granny spat the word) to keep witches from 'meddling'?"
"Well, you see, it's just not." He stopped. Granny was staring at him. Staring. She's good at staring.
"Mr. Ridcully, I think that you and I need to have a LONG talk."
"I'll just go shall I?" he said as he burst out the door.
"That took care of him.."
Yes, that had taken care of him. NOW UU paid the guild to not drop in for visits, and to not hurt the wizards.
Granny headed off for the meeting with the Patrician and the heads of the other guilds. It would be very interesting. Very, very interesting.
Please keep in mind that I'm not a very good writer, and I don't do many of the things that a good writer should do, such as revise, review, have a beta, etc. I just write what's in my head (it's scary in there), and then post it. Thinking about it infringes too much on my time.
Granny Weatherwax sat, staring out of her window. It was a rather large window. It looked upon the slowly gurgling Ankh.um.river. She had a nice, as she described it "spiffy" desk.with a leather(ish) chair!
She turned around when she heard the door to her office open.
"Umm, Mistress Weatherwax?" Said her assistant, Tammy, timidly. Tammy is one of those people who's very good at organizing, but not very good at doing other things.such as being a witch.
"Yes, Tammy?" said Granny.
"Your carriage is here to take you to the meeting."
"Tell them I'll be right down."
"Yes, Mistress Weatherwax."
Granny had found that in the city of Ankh-Morpork you had to be very formal. It was very different from Lancre. Ah yes, Lancre, how she missed that place.but she's not homesick, atleast not yet. She's only been away for a week.
As she walked along the hallway, and then down the stairs, and then another set of stairs, Granny thought about how much had happened since she'd arrived. After her meeting with Lord Vetinari, Granny went and found a nice place to stay. She had only just convinced the land lord that she didn't have to pay, when she was approached by a young, official looking boy who was carrying a piece of paper.
"A letter from the patrician, Mistress Weatherwax." Said the boy.
"Thank you." She said as she started to read the letter.
'Oh dear!' she thought, as she read the letter. It seemed that she was going to be the head of the Witches' Guild. The letter assured her that she wouldn't have any problems. It instructed her to go the address of the old guild house.
She had gone, and when she got there, many so called witches were there, waiting to greet her. She set things straight right from the start. She tested each and every one of those women. She'd found out that most of them actually had some talent, but were so accustomed to the city that they had stopped practicing 'real' witching.
After the tests, she made sure that each and every member of the guild had a hat. She collected a membership fee from each of them, and made sure that everyone of them knew what she had done to the previous head of the guild.
She had checked the books, and found that the guild held quite a hefty sum of money. She asked Tammy how the guild had gotten so rich, and had been told that the guild was paid by Unseen University to not meddle in any affairs. Granny, obviously, had been outraged.
This was rather unfortunate for Mustrum Ridcully, archchancellor of UU, who dropped in a few minutes later.
Expecting the another idiot head witch, he had barged in, yelling and screaming about how 'the contract had been broken!' He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Granny. Every wizard at UU knew of Granny, due to a rather memorable incident a few years back, involving a battle between Granny and the Archchancellor.
"Missus Weatherwax," started Ridcully.
"It's MISTRESS Weatherwax, Mr. Ridcully. I'm just a humble old woman, so I wouldn't do anything violent, or bloody. I just happen to 've a question for you.."
"Yes?"
"Why," began Granny in a voice that made Ridcully seriously reconsider his postion.he was considering that the position would be much better behind the gates at UU. "are you paying (Granny spat the word) to keep witches from 'meddling'?"
"Well, you see, it's just not." He stopped. Granny was staring at him. Staring. She's good at staring.
"Mr. Ridcully, I think that you and I need to have a LONG talk."
"I'll just go shall I?" he said as he burst out the door.
"That took care of him.."
Yes, that had taken care of him. NOW UU paid the guild to not drop in for visits, and to not hurt the wizards.
Granny headed off for the meeting with the Patrician and the heads of the other guilds. It would be very interesting. Very, very interesting.