The Woods: Sunday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

What the hell was it with holiday festivals? Francine wasn't pondering that too hard as she ran sobbing away from this one. What brain she had left that wasn't on meltdown was mostly concerned with why and what and there must be something wrong with me.

[OOC: Oh Emo. For the Ears of Rage.]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Then she's taken a complete leave of her senses, because you're worth more than any woman here."

[thatsamilkshake]

That got another sort of sob out of her, the tight-throated confused kind that said 'yeah, they really need a word besides ex for this.' She pulled back enough to spread some of the wet to her own sleeve for a moment.

"No, I'm not, but I kind of thought I was to Katchoo. Do you..." The part of Katchoo that was still sane would probably be happy that Francine still hadn't had the crazy optimism beaten out of her yet. "Do you think there's something wrong with her?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

If not, he'd make certain something was.

"That's the only explanation for this," He said firmly.

[thatsamilkshake]

"There was the thing that happened at Beltane..." Of course, whatever that was had stayed between the four of them, and there was some... cockeyed, crackpot sense to it if you stood on your head.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You think it was something like that?" He didn't do anything! Honest!

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine hadn't exactly stopped crying; she'd just started trying to ignore it. "Some kind of love spell?" Or maybe not so much love as what happened that other week. "Do you know anything about those?" How to sense them, how to break them, how to punch whoever did it in the nose...

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I--not as such. I could look in my book!"

[thatsamilkshake]

If it was that, then they needed to do something soon, before things got... thingy. If it wasn't...then they'd be screwing around with magic on Katchoo, and that made Francine twitch just to think about it, even though it would mean something she should stop thinking about now if she wanted not to ruin both of their clothes.

"Maybe," she said at last. "I'd feel better if we asked somebody who already knows about this kind of thing before we go trying stuff on our own."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't know anyone in the reserve who has practice with---these things," Merlin admitted, reaching up to brush some of her hair back. "Maybe one of the teachers?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Professor Lupin maybe. But that would mean waiting until tomorrow, at least. "I don't--- wait." She thought back to the causeway and a frustrated shop-owner clapping her hands and making tiny gold hearts float down over them all. A frustrated love shop owner.

"Maybe I do after all. Come with me?" She dabbed at her face again and pulled away, pointing down the path towards town.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Like he'd leave her like this, um, ever.

[thatsamilkshake]

"This way. ...I think."

Gods of all stripes help them if it wasn't and they ended up wandering in the preserve all night.