A/N: For the moment Annabell still can't understand Train so when he speaks to her it will be in italics.
I don't own any Magic Roundabout characters used in this story, they belong to Serge Danot. I just own Annabell.
Annabell let out a tiered groan coming out of the cottage.
The hot weather had certainly not put her in the best of moods.
It had only been about six days but the heat was making it feel like six weeks.
Judging by the fact Train wasn't in his shed told her he'd had a rough night too.
Looking around she noticed the hosepipe had been pulled out and sighed.
"Really?" She asked going to put it away.
She frowned when it moved away from her.
It quickly resulted in the hose moving itself each time Annabell went to grab it.
Of course she was getting more annoyed each time before practically lunging to grab it.
"Gotcha!"
Her victory was short lived when she got a face full of water from it turning itself on.
Annabell coughed and sputtered dropping the hose.
"What the heck!"
From the roof she heard a chuckle.
Glancing up she spotted her mentor Zebedee looking down with a playful smirk.
"Good morning Annabell. I trust that cooled you down." He greeted jumping down.
"Suddenly I see why you get called a trickster." Annabell said dryly, using her magic to dry herself off.
"Nothing wrong in a harmless bit of mischief every now and again." He smiled before going over to Train who had been watching the whole thing and judging by his laughing was probably in on Zebedee's trick.
Annabell only turned the hose off and returned it to its proper place.
"I hope you didn't mind me coming to check on you." Zebedee said.
"You could have not soaked me with a hose pipe." Annabell replied using her magic to make a stool for her to stand on.
Train looked amused as Annabell started her morning checks on him.
"She's not a morning person is she?" He asked.
"You didn't sleep well, I take it?" Zebedee asked.
"I hate hot weather at night. But yeah, hardly slept last night." Annabell replied with a yawn.
"Once your fire powers develop more you'll be able to control your core temperature so heatwaves will be more manageable." Zebedee assured handing her a filled watering can.
Annabell nodded, making sure Train took a long drink.
"Everything looks good Train. So I'll let you head off while I stay around the Orchard." She said, closing his hatch up.
"Why don't you come into the village with us Annabell? I'm sure the orchard will be fine without you for a few hours." Zebedee asked.
"And maybe put something short sleeved on." Train added.
"Train's right, maybe something short sleeved will be better for you at the moment." Zebedee nodded.
"You're wearing a jumper." Annabell pointed out.
"I can control my core temperature." Zebedee shrugged.
"What do you mean by core temperature?" Train asked, watching Annabell place the stool down by the cottage door.
"It's something wizards have that helps us control our body temperature, sort of like your furnace. The main difference is we can control ours with magic." Zebedee explained.
Train gave a nod.
"You ready over there?" He asked, looking over at Annabell.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Annabell mumbled heading over.
Train nodded backing up to his carriage.
"Ok, let's go." He said opening his doors up.
"Anything to avoid teleporting." Annabell commented jumping in.
"You coming?" Annabell asked.
Zebedee shook his head.
"I'll meet you both at the village." He replied before dissapearing.
Train soon set off at a steady pace through the woodlands until he came a short distance away from the nearby village.
"Try to take it easy today ok Train." Annabell said as they passed the village windmill.
Train gave a nod before letting out a whistle to let the villagers know he was nearby.