“What a long and exhausting night.” Clarabelle yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth with her hand. Both were full anyway, one holding a lantern, glowing a brilliant white, while the other held her broomstick. “I think we’ve done quite enough witchcraft for the entire week. Wouldn’t you agree, twiggy?” Her eyes looked up to the Raven perched upon her head. She only asked because she knew it would stay silent. Unfortunately, her other companion would not.
“I would say we’ve barely reached our quota for the night, let alone the week!” Gloria sounded as uptight as ever. For a cat, she sure was uptight, she never let the young witch take it easy, much to her chagrin. She was all about work and efficiency, but one could hardly blame her, it was her job to keep the girl on the right track. “Tomorrow night we need to work a little harder to make up for today’s blunder. I think that if we follow my route we…we…” A yawn escaped the bipedal cat’s mouth. When did she get so heavy…? She decided it best to use her umbrella to help keep herself out.
Clarabelle just laughed, albeit tiredly. “We can plot routes tomorrow over our morning brew. For now, I think we deserve a nice rest.” She leaned her broom against the door so that she could open it properly. She rapped her knuckles against the door twice, once more and then three more times in a rhythmic pattern. The locks on the other side could be heard turning, the chain at the top moving before the door opened wide, her broom falling on the floor as a result. “Uuugh…bloody hell…”
Both the feline and the bird couldn’t help the snickers that rose from their throats. “I would say you should have foreseen that result.” Gloria normally would have teased her more but she was too tired for that. The two magic users had been flying around casting spells, delivering potions and gathering materials and ingredients almost the entire night. She was too sore to truly enjoy the blunder. She hobbled into the house using her umbrella like a cane. “I bid you farewell and goodnight my dear, please do rest! I will wake you early!”
“Ah…goodnight…” Clarabelle watched Gloria hobble away, sticking her tongue at her back in the process. She did not fancy the idea of waking up early after such a night, but Gloria was the boss until she was capable enough to be her own. She supposed she could always sleep in but it was not quite worth the scratch marks she would receive. “Well Twiggy, I suppose you’re off to bed too?” She asked the bird, who had not moved from her head, as she stepped into the home. The door closed on its own after she kicked her broom out of the way, locking itself once more.
It was funny to the young witch how, despite the raven’s almost eternal silence, she could tell when he was responding or not, regardless of his lack of sounds. Right now Twiggy was snoozing in her hair, having fallen asleep standing upright. “Ah…Twiggy.” She giggled a bit, hand muffling the noise she made. As gently as she could, she kicked off her boots as gently as she could, trying her hardest not to wake her avian ally. “You can sleep in my room, it’s terribly lonely anyway.” She whispered to him. He’d probably leave once she hopped into her bed, but that was fine with her.
As she made her way upstairs, moving as carefully as she could, she couldn’t help but think, think about the present and her future, but never the past. Her thoughts eventually found their way to her lips, not that she minded. Gloria was sleeping, she was sure, and Twiggy always listened to her when he was awake, maybe he wouldn’t mind it in his sleep. “I’m grateful for you and Gloria, I truly am, but it’s still always so…so lonely.” She started. “I know you listen, but we don’t really talk. And Gloria is always going on about business this and magic that…I just wish I had a…a sibling or something!”
The young witch finally made it to her room, opening the door and stepping inside. Now she had to figure out how to get into bed without disturbing her bird friend. “I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side, huh? But maybe it is. Gloria always scolds me for saying this but when I’m older I’m going to start my own family.” She closed her door as quietly as she could, the click only serving to rustle Twiggy a little bit. “I’ll have a handsome husband and…and two boys! Maybe a girl, I’m not sure. My niece is quite the monster and I’d rather not bring another into the world.” She used her toes to scrape her stockings off, biting her lip as she struggled to do so.
“I’ll spoil them silly too, and I’ll teach them to be every bit as good a witch as I am! We’ll be the world’s greatest magic family.” She had finally gotten her feet free of her stockings, raising her feet onto the bed. “I’ve just got to become a full-fledged witch first, then my life is my own again.” She thought about for a moment but there was no real way she could lay down without disturbing Twiggy, so instead, she got under her blankets and leaned back against her headboard. “Well, enough rambling from me, glad I did not wake you. Sleep well, my friend!” She whispered before closing her eyes.
Despite the how uncomfortable the position she was in, it did not take her long to fall asleep. Once she did, Twiggy cracked open an eye, looking around the room. The bird had dozed off for a bit but she’d awoken him when she closed her bedroom door, she was just too caught up in her thoughts to notice. He hopped off her head, foreseeing that she would move a lot in her sleep. He would grant her wish though, settling himself at the foot of her bed.
She may not have much of a family now, but she had a friend in him at least. Tonight, he would stay with her.
At least until she kicked him in her sleep. Then he was gone.