Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wonderful characters or basic storylines. The actual story is my own, but everything else belongs to the Wonderful Diane Duane with a capitol W!
Stars by Switchfoot is also in this document
It was Friday: Grocery Day. Nita and Mr. Callahan were out shopping, and Dairine was desperately bored!
She plopped down on her squeaky bed, with slight amusement; she remembered when Nita had sent it to Pluto.
Nita. Dairine's relationship with her sister was…complicated. They were enemies, but they were also friends. Nita was the sheep, Dairine the fox. Yet somehow they had found a happy medium.
Dairine's eyes passed over her manual, and she lay it on her stomach, it opened up to the wizardry listings page. Right before
CALLAHAN, Juanita L., Journeyman rating
243 E. Clinton Ave., (RL+5.4 /- 0.15)
Hempstead, NY 11575 Available
(516) 555-6786
was
CALLAHAN, Dairine E., Journeyman rating
243 E. Clinton Ave., (RL 6.1 /- 0.6)
Hempstead, NY 11575On Active Status
(516) 555-6786
Active! Since when? She raised her eyebrows, and opened her mouth to exclaim, but her stomache growled before she had a chance. She grinned. "Food!" She closed her manual and set it under her arm before grabbing her CD player and popping Switchfoot on, to which she began singly loudly and slightly off key:
"Stars looking at a planet,
Watching entropy and pain.
And even when I turn it off
And blame myself, the outcome's
Still the sa-"
THUNKITY- THUNK-THUNK-WHUMP!
"Oo..ouch." Dairine lay at the bottom of the steps, rubbing her aching head and checking over her bruises.
Now how could that happen! Usually Neets is the clumsy one… I dunno… Spot?
Yes Dairine? Are you alright? Spot scuttled down the stairs.
I think so. Damage check, please.
Sure thing. And, after a moment, Nothing serious. A bump of your left cranium, a scrape on you knee, 3 bruises on each shin.
"Thanks." Her stomach growled even louder.
And acute hunger.
"Now let's go see what we can salvage from the ever-empty fridge, eh?"
She dusted and picked herself up, and walked into the kitchen completely unaware of the rage-filled eyes on there back of her red, curly head.