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tamingthemuseAuthor : naughty_bangles
Title : The Old Mrs Marsh
Rating : PG
Word Count : 504
Prompt 404 Besom
Summary : There's no such things as a ghosts or magic brooms, right?
Disclaimer: all mine, expect for the little Harry Potter reference.
"Look what I've found!", Jenny yelled excitedly from another room.
Rosalie put the dusty fork back on the table where she had picked it up, and half-run toward her friend. The wooden floor cracked under her feet, and she thought about slowing down and tiptoe her way through the old Marsh house. All that noise could drag someone here, someone who would know they weren't suppose to be there. But the house was far enough from the rest of the town for anyone to hear them, and beside, Jenny's yell would have already drawn attention if anyone had been around.
Her friend was in the kitchen, standing in front of an open closet, proudly displaying the object of her enthousiam.
"That's just an old broom", Rosalie said, rather disappointed by the old-fashioned bouquet of twigs.
"Come on, Rose, don't you see?", Jenny replied, her broad smile never faltering. "It's a witch's besom!"
"A witch's besom?", the other girl replied sceptically. She fought back the smile that crept its way on her face from so much exaltation. She wanted to wait a few minutes more before entering Jenny's game. She had always been the overimaginative one, and Rosalie made a game of seeing how Jenny would drag her into her latest mind adventure.
"Yes, of course it is! Don't you know the old Mrs Marsh was a witch? They say that she disappeared because she had sold her soul to the devil, and he came to claim it. Now the house is haunted by all the people she's sacrified to her dark master." Jenny had lowered her voice through her story, until it was little more than a whisper.
Rosalie kept a straight face. She had heard the story, of course. It was a popular one among the children at school. But it was only that, a story; there was no such things as ghosts. Right?
"What very few know", Jenny said after a second, "is that Mrs Marsh could command to the ghosts. When the devil came to take her, she was assembling an army to make all her dark wishes come true. Do you know how she commanded them ? With her besom. That besom."
Jenny let the silence fill the room, while she looked intently to her friend. They stayed unmoving for a few seconds, until a loud crack from an another room made startled them. Rosalie let a little scream escape her lips, and looked frightenedly toward the origin of the noise. Nothing came in, but Jenny burst out laughing. Rosalie threw her a dark look.
"You made it up, right?", she asked, trying to sound more annoyed than frightened.
"Maybe", Jenny replied innocently. "Come on, help find another one", she added, shaking the broom in her hand, "and let's pley Quiddich in the garden."
Rosalie grumbled something about stupid jokes and stupidly old houses, but helped her friend inspect the other closets of the house. Quiddich was definitely the only part of witchcraft she was willing to get involved with.
Title : The Old Mrs Marsh
Rating : PG
Word Count : 504
Prompt 404 Besom
Summary : There's no such things as a ghosts or magic brooms, right?
Disclaimer: all mine, expect for the little Harry Potter reference.
"Look what I've found!", Jenny yelled excitedly from another room.
Rosalie put the dusty fork back on the table where she had picked it up, and half-run toward her friend. The wooden floor cracked under her feet, and she thought about slowing down and tiptoe her way through the old Marsh house. All that noise could drag someone here, someone who would know they weren't suppose to be there. But the house was far enough from the rest of the town for anyone to hear them, and beside, Jenny's yell would have already drawn attention if anyone had been around.
Her friend was in the kitchen, standing in front of an open closet, proudly displaying the object of her enthousiam.
"That's just an old broom", Rosalie said, rather disappointed by the old-fashioned bouquet of twigs.
"Come on, Rose, don't you see?", Jenny replied, her broad smile never faltering. "It's a witch's besom!"
"A witch's besom?", the other girl replied sceptically. She fought back the smile that crept its way on her face from so much exaltation. She wanted to wait a few minutes more before entering Jenny's game. She had always been the overimaginative one, and Rosalie made a game of seeing how Jenny would drag her into her latest mind adventure.
"Yes, of course it is! Don't you know the old Mrs Marsh was a witch? They say that she disappeared because she had sold her soul to the devil, and he came to claim it. Now the house is haunted by all the people she's sacrified to her dark master." Jenny had lowered her voice through her story, until it was little more than a whisper.
Rosalie kept a straight face. She had heard the story, of course. It was a popular one among the children at school. But it was only that, a story; there was no such things as ghosts. Right?
"What very few know", Jenny said after a second, "is that Mrs Marsh could command to the ghosts. When the devil came to take her, she was assembling an army to make all her dark wishes come true. Do you know how she commanded them ? With her besom. That besom."
Jenny let the silence fill the room, while she looked intently to her friend. They stayed unmoving for a few seconds, until a loud crack from an another room made startled them. Rosalie let a little scream escape her lips, and looked frightenedly toward the origin of the noise. Nothing came in, but Jenny burst out laughing. Rosalie threw her a dark look.
"You made it up, right?", she asked, trying to sound more annoyed than frightened.
"Maybe", Jenny replied innocently. "Come on, help find another one", she added, shaking the broom in her hand, "and let's pley Quiddich in the garden."
Rosalie grumbled something about stupid jokes and stupidly old houses, but helped her friend inspect the other closets of the house. Quiddich was definitely the only part of witchcraft she was willing to get involved with.
