An Interview With Your Local Witch: Completed (Mostly F/ff)
Posted: Mon May 24, 2021 10:40 pm
Like every school night, I cruised on my broom through the town of Moonwaite, seeking children not sleeping after their official bedtime. I turned into Maple Lane to see a white glow under a blanket at the MacCulloch’s.
“Kian,” I mumbled to myself. “Third time this month already.” Kian’s sister never stayed up late and was cheerful and well-rested during the day. Kian was another story. Being in 10th grade, 10:30 was his official bedtime, but I so often encountered him with his phone under his blanket. Modern technology had spoiled the youth. Again, he mindlessly swiped on that little glass box, and it was 10:50 already.
Without warning, I pulled Kian’s phone out of his hands from the other side of the street and laid it on his desk in the charger. He groaned and obediently placed his hands next to his hips. Black elastic sheets wound around his frilly blue pajama pants, moved up his body, and transformed him into a silent cocoon. The cloth around his mouth rendered him speechless, and he was blindfolded as well. Nothing would disturb his night rest anymore.
“Mr. MacCullogh, sleep is important if you want to succeed in school,” I magically hissed in his ear. “Will you better yourself in the future?”
I saw Kian nod through the curtains. So I placed his pillow below his head, tugged him in with his blanket, and placed his stuffed giraffe next to him, with its head sticking out as well. “Mr. MacCullogh, the bonds will be gone when you wake up tomorrow. Enjoy your dreams.”
Kian’s sister had been good for another entire week, so I left her a piece of fudge on her nightstand with a brief note. It would turn her eyes blue for a minute and make her able to leap twice as high and far. Teens loved these bizarre magical effects, and so I rewarded them to those who behaved well and had a waiver signed by their parents. Then I continued through Maple Lane, crossing 4th Street and 3rd Street, and turned into Oak Street. From a distance, I saw the lights burned behind the window of Valeria Schwalenberg, a 9th grader.
Since the Moonwaite town council had hired me five years ago, the behavior and grades of her youth had skyrocketed. At first, a witch putting spells on their children had concerned many parents, but they tolerated me doing the dirty work. Their parenting techniques could not soften the teenagers’ rebellious spirits. When the children discovered my consistency, immunity against trickery, and magical treats, they accepted me and my unorthodox punishments.
Bewildered, I steered my broom towards the Schwalenberg’s home. Valeria seldom caused trouble, and when she did, it was by a few minutes as she read a book in bed. So it was never major, but tonight her ceiling lamp burned brightly. I glared through the window curtains. Valeria had lodged a classmate over for a sleepover as well: Evelyn Dommermuth, another bookish student. I had caught them before tying each other up before bedtime and stop chatting on time, fearing to lose their magical sweets. Their disobedience startled me.
The girls lay on the bed together and talked vigorously, unaware of my presence. I raised my hand to bind them but then spotted the blanket was not of cotton or wool. Eight pieces of paper were taped together, and with red paint, a message for me was written on it.
Dear Meligoria, please read the letter on the window still.
After a second of thought, my nosiness pushed my caution away. I made myself invisible, which as usual made nauseated me. An arrow of black gaffer tape on the window pointed towards the envelope, which I snatched and opened. Albeit unmatched to the grace of 18th-century calligraphy, I read the handwritten note with curly letters.
Dear Meligoria,
We are Evelyn and Valeria and are in the ninth grade. For our humanities project, we have to interview someone “who is standing in the middle of society.” We instantly thought of you, but nobody lets us contact you. Thus, this was our only option.
Like many teenagers of Moonwaite, our local sorceress, who hexes us at night and gives away magical candy, fascinates us. Many rumors are circulating. You would be a centuries-old witch living deep in the woods in an invisible treehouse. You would have brewed medicines for the headmaster’s migraines and hunted down a bank robber last year. We, and many of our classmates, would love to learn more about you.
We are aware contacting you like this is unconventional and hope we have not angered or disappointed you. If we are being punished, we will accept it.
Evelyn Dommermuth and Valeria Schwalenberg
My lips curled, reading the letter. It contained the qualities I enjoyed the most in teenagers: creativity, curiosity, and courage. I would never punish these girls.
“Miss Dommermuth and Miss Schwalenberg,” I whispered in their ears with a scratching voice. I preferred addressing youth formally. “Dim the lights, get your notebooks and pens, leave the window on a crack, and sit on the bed with your backs touching. You get your interview tonight.”
Nervously, the girls jumped up and ran through the room to complete the tasks. Valeria was slender with a head smaller than her age suggested. Her green eyes in low-lying sockets amplified this effect. She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail and was dressed in girly pink pajamas featuring a white unicorn on the front. As she opened the window, she searched the sky for me in amazement. Not even the best actresses of Hollywood could hide a vile plan behind such a smile, so their intentions were genuine.
Evelyn was a few inches taller with high cheekbones, light brown eyes, and a thick bush of orange-brown, shoulder-long hair. She followed her companion dressed in a dull grey-checkered pajama to the window. Evelyn could not spot me floating in the air as well. Then they sat down on the bed, not daring to exchange words but beaming from ear to ear. Their pens and notebooks lay next to them as they awaited further instructions.
“I still have my rounds to finish,” I cawed in their ears. “Tonight, I’ll make an exception for an interview, but you two have to earn it. I won’t do one for free. I’m a witch, after all.”
After uttering my stipulations, I pulled the knees of the girls to their chins. I let their hands grab their toes and wound the black elastic wraps around both girls together. I left a little room between their chests and legs, but the position of their legs was still uncomfortable. A second layer cinched between their backs pulled the sheets even closer and made escaping by turning around harder. Then I gagged and blinded Valeria and Evelyn and covered their faces except for their noses. Their hair stuck out from the top, creating two black balloons with hair sticking out.
“Miss Dommermuth and Miss Schwalenberg, I will return in an hour. Behave. Marvin will watch you.”
I flew to the window, and my adventurous little pet rat Marvin jumped out of my sleeve on the window still. He ran through the window, dived onto the bed, and climbed up the wrapping until he reached Evelyn’s nose. She shrieked, either from the smell or the rodent pressing his nose against hers. Then he dived down into the little playground I had made for him, upsetting Evelyn even more.
“If you regret your interview request, bob your head. Else, I’m off.”
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I had expected this to becomee a one-shot, but then more and more details formed in my head. I would guess it will be three parts in total.
“Kian,” I mumbled to myself. “Third time this month already.” Kian’s sister never stayed up late and was cheerful and well-rested during the day. Kian was another story. Being in 10th grade, 10:30 was his official bedtime, but I so often encountered him with his phone under his blanket. Modern technology had spoiled the youth. Again, he mindlessly swiped on that little glass box, and it was 10:50 already.
Without warning, I pulled Kian’s phone out of his hands from the other side of the street and laid it on his desk in the charger. He groaned and obediently placed his hands next to his hips. Black elastic sheets wound around his frilly blue pajama pants, moved up his body, and transformed him into a silent cocoon. The cloth around his mouth rendered him speechless, and he was blindfolded as well. Nothing would disturb his night rest anymore.
“Mr. MacCullogh, sleep is important if you want to succeed in school,” I magically hissed in his ear. “Will you better yourself in the future?”
I saw Kian nod through the curtains. So I placed his pillow below his head, tugged him in with his blanket, and placed his stuffed giraffe next to him, with its head sticking out as well. “Mr. MacCullogh, the bonds will be gone when you wake up tomorrow. Enjoy your dreams.”
Kian’s sister had been good for another entire week, so I left her a piece of fudge on her nightstand with a brief note. It would turn her eyes blue for a minute and make her able to leap twice as high and far. Teens loved these bizarre magical effects, and so I rewarded them to those who behaved well and had a waiver signed by their parents. Then I continued through Maple Lane, crossing 4th Street and 3rd Street, and turned into Oak Street. From a distance, I saw the lights burned behind the window of Valeria Schwalenberg, a 9th grader.
Since the Moonwaite town council had hired me five years ago, the behavior and grades of her youth had skyrocketed. At first, a witch putting spells on their children had concerned many parents, but they tolerated me doing the dirty work. Their parenting techniques could not soften the teenagers’ rebellious spirits. When the children discovered my consistency, immunity against trickery, and magical treats, they accepted me and my unorthodox punishments.
Bewildered, I steered my broom towards the Schwalenberg’s home. Valeria seldom caused trouble, and when she did, it was by a few minutes as she read a book in bed. So it was never major, but tonight her ceiling lamp burned brightly. I glared through the window curtains. Valeria had lodged a classmate over for a sleepover as well: Evelyn Dommermuth, another bookish student. I had caught them before tying each other up before bedtime and stop chatting on time, fearing to lose their magical sweets. Their disobedience startled me.
The girls lay on the bed together and talked vigorously, unaware of my presence. I raised my hand to bind them but then spotted the blanket was not of cotton or wool. Eight pieces of paper were taped together, and with red paint, a message for me was written on it.
Dear Meligoria, please read the letter on the window still.
After a second of thought, my nosiness pushed my caution away. I made myself invisible, which as usual made nauseated me. An arrow of black gaffer tape on the window pointed towards the envelope, which I snatched and opened. Albeit unmatched to the grace of 18th-century calligraphy, I read the handwritten note with curly letters.
Dear Meligoria,
We are Evelyn and Valeria and are in the ninth grade. For our humanities project, we have to interview someone “who is standing in the middle of society.” We instantly thought of you, but nobody lets us contact you. Thus, this was our only option.
Like many teenagers of Moonwaite, our local sorceress, who hexes us at night and gives away magical candy, fascinates us. Many rumors are circulating. You would be a centuries-old witch living deep in the woods in an invisible treehouse. You would have brewed medicines for the headmaster’s migraines and hunted down a bank robber last year. We, and many of our classmates, would love to learn more about you.
We are aware contacting you like this is unconventional and hope we have not angered or disappointed you. If we are being punished, we will accept it.
Evelyn Dommermuth and Valeria Schwalenberg
My lips curled, reading the letter. It contained the qualities I enjoyed the most in teenagers: creativity, curiosity, and courage. I would never punish these girls.
“Miss Dommermuth and Miss Schwalenberg,” I whispered in their ears with a scratching voice. I preferred addressing youth formally. “Dim the lights, get your notebooks and pens, leave the window on a crack, and sit on the bed with your backs touching. You get your interview tonight.”
Nervously, the girls jumped up and ran through the room to complete the tasks. Valeria was slender with a head smaller than her age suggested. Her green eyes in low-lying sockets amplified this effect. She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail and was dressed in girly pink pajamas featuring a white unicorn on the front. As she opened the window, she searched the sky for me in amazement. Not even the best actresses of Hollywood could hide a vile plan behind such a smile, so their intentions were genuine.
Evelyn was a few inches taller with high cheekbones, light brown eyes, and a thick bush of orange-brown, shoulder-long hair. She followed her companion dressed in a dull grey-checkered pajama to the window. Evelyn could not spot me floating in the air as well. Then they sat down on the bed, not daring to exchange words but beaming from ear to ear. Their pens and notebooks lay next to them as they awaited further instructions.
“I still have my rounds to finish,” I cawed in their ears. “Tonight, I’ll make an exception for an interview, but you two have to earn it. I won’t do one for free. I’m a witch, after all.”
After uttering my stipulations, I pulled the knees of the girls to their chins. I let their hands grab their toes and wound the black elastic wraps around both girls together. I left a little room between their chests and legs, but the position of their legs was still uncomfortable. A second layer cinched between their backs pulled the sheets even closer and made escaping by turning around harder. Then I gagged and blinded Valeria and Evelyn and covered their faces except for their noses. Their hair stuck out from the top, creating two black balloons with hair sticking out.
“Miss Dommermuth and Miss Schwalenberg, I will return in an hour. Behave. Marvin will watch you.”
I flew to the window, and my adventurous little pet rat Marvin jumped out of my sleeve on the window still. He ran through the window, dived onto the bed, and climbed up the wrapping until he reached Evelyn’s nose. She shrieked, either from the smell or the rodent pressing his nose against hers. Then he dived down into the little playground I had made for him, upsetting Evelyn even more.
“If you regret your interview request, bob your head. Else, I’m off.”
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I had expected this to becomee a one-shot, but then more and more details formed in my head. I would guess it will be three parts in total.