I am glad that people seemed to like the story of Kat, her fancy mom and their cursed thrift shop.
I could honestly keep writing stories about these two forever.
A loving but bickering mom/daughter (witch/familiar) team trying to sell cursed items to zany characters in need of karmic justice.
I have a lot of cool story ideas for them, lots of weird customers, their various magical ‘payments’, Kat’s role as a familiar being challenged, her mom’s dark past coming back to threaten the store and of course, uncovering some items that should never be sold.
Keep your eyes peeled for more of these two in the future. (now I just gotta find a name for the mom.)
“Hal!” Isabelle leapt up from her seat as she saw him, striding over and planting a kiss on both his cheeks. “Come in, come in- I’m playing chess with your cousin.”
“For my sins.”
Hal vaguely recognised Kate Percy as she stood and curtseyed to him. He flashed her his widest grin. “Izzy’s winning, right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her loose except that one time with Poins, and that was only cause he kept stealing his pieces back when she wasn’t looking”
“I thought it was weird I killed six of his castles,” Isabelle said.
“Any advice,” Kate said, as she and Isabelle sat back down on opposite sides of a small table. Hal walked over and studied the board. He loved Isabelle’s chess set: The pieces were proper figures with painted faces and the most intricate details. He guessed Isabelle was playing the blue and gold pieces- it didn’t take a genius to work out they had been painted with King Richard’s colours. Which left Kate as the red and yellow draped King and Queen and…
“Yeah, my advice? Either give up and beg to play a different game or take the board and whack her over the head with it.” he said. Kate groaned.
“I like chess!” she said “I thought I was good at it!”
“You are good at it!” Isabelle protested. “Your concentration is just off today, which…you’re not well so…”
“You’re not well?” Hal asked.
“She was sick this morning.” Isabelle said.
“It’s just a stomach bug, or something I ate,” Kate said, blushing.
“She said that yesterday too.” Isabelle started gathering up the pieces and setting the board back up. “Want to try?” she asked, looking at Hal. He bit his lip, worrying at it. Isabelle waited for some kind of quip or joke, but it didn’t come. He looked anxious, in fact. “What’s wrong?” she asked, a sick feeling starting up in her stomach.
“York was expected back at Court after…he hasn’t come, my father’s been…and a few days ago this man arrived at court, with this doctor and a load of guards and he’s been given a room and my father’s been to see him a lot…”
“Richard,” Isabelle said. “Something’s wrong with Richard-”
“It might not be!” Hal said hastily. “It might be- don’t repeat this, please, but York has this drinking problem, that’s why York- Great Uncle York, I mean- wasn’t at Court the first spring-his wife asked him to come home and try and make Edward stop and now he’s not supposed to have any kind of drink, maybe seeing Richard was just too hard and he…does the name Exton mean anything to either of you because that’s what this man’s called.”
Richard stirred and blinked, raising his head to look up at Edward. He was in the same clothes as he was wearing….earlier? Yesterday? “What-” his voice was all scratchy, but it worked. “How long…?” he let his head fall back in to Edward’s lap, where it was nice and comfortable, and let Edward catch his drift.
“You’ve been asleep since about six o’clock yesterday evening,” he said, scratching Richard’s neck a little in a way that was nice and made Richard want to purr like…one of the small fluffy purring things that Bushy had that terrified Mathe. Cat. “It’s just gone noon,” Edward added.
“Oh.” Richard stretched. “How did I get here? I don’t remember coming to bed.”
“Well,” Edward shifted. “You had a sort of- panic attack- and I carried you up to bed; you fell asleep a bit later on, I think you wore yourself out with the…panic.”
Richard’s heart sank. He had thought- he had thought it had been okay, after the Duchess talked to him yesterday and made sure he knew who everyone was and he was alright to go down stairs; seeing Salisbury had jolted something- Richard had remembered that he was a friend and…his focus had wavered and breathing had got a little difficult towards the end but…
“I’m sorry.” he said, voice small. “Did- did they see?”
“Only Harry, and he won’t tell. He’s gone-”
“He’s gone for Isabelle.” His heart sank further. Isabelle. Isabelle was coming- she was going to hate him. What use was he to her, stupid-broken-
“Richard?” Edward sounded nervous. He had gone from scratching Richard’s neck to stroking his- no, no, he couldn’t do that, he might feel- he might find out- “Sorry,” Edward said, taking his hand away, and Richard realised he’d flinched and felt horrible. He liked Edward’s hands, he didn’t want them to be not there, he just couldn’t…. “Richard, we need to talk. You…you know I love you, don’t you, dearheart? I love you more than anything in this life and there’s nothing that will change that.”
Of course Richard knew. Because Edward was Edward, and he thought Richard was a good person, but if he knew…
“You’ve been having bad dreams,” Edward continued softly. “Can you tell me what they were about?”
Could he? Richard thought carefully.
“It might make you feel better.” Edward pressed, still gentle. He wanted to know, Richard realised, so…
“Washing.” he mumbled.
Richard pressed closer to Edward. “Can you- can you stroke my hair?” Edward did, at once, and Richard felt…not better. But safer. “Out in the courtyard,” he whispered. “because when they did it in my cell there were puddles of water and they’d forget the day after and their feet would be wet so…the water was cold and I was cold and…” hanging from a gallows by his wrists as he was scrubbed down, because Exton was the only one with the key to Richard’s shackles and he didn’t like to give it out. “I got proper baths sometimes,” he added, trying to sound a little more cheerful, because Edward’s breathing sounded funny like he was trying not to cry and Richard didn’t want him upset. “The doctor let me, sometimes, with hot water and a bath tub and he’d help me wash my hair” The doctor was always nice to him. He didn’t get cross so long as Richard told him the truth about how badly he was hurt, or how he’d been hurt and why…tell the truth ”Edward?” Richard asked hesitantly.
“Yeah,” Edward said.
“I like it when you stroke my hair. But I- I think you should stop now. There’s- I need to show you something.”
When Max is introduced you think she’s gonna be a stereotypical tomboy, but she has way more depth
Like instead of being the stereotypical guy’s girl who says shit like, “I only hang out with guys cause girls are too much drama,” she walks right up to Eleven, so excited to introduce herself and become friends with this girl she’s heard so much about
And even though Mike’s feelings for Eleven are what’s keeping him from letting her into the party, she recognizes that’s not Eleven’s fault and she doesn’t hold it against her (she’s more emotionally mature at 13 than I am now, tbh)
She uses words like “presumptuous” and “derivative”
You’d think after everything she’s been through with her family, she’d be emotionally closed off, but she’s so vulnerable and honest with Lucas while they talk on top of the bus
She straight up stabs her abusive step-brother with a syringe to stop him from beating up Steve (LIKE SHE PROBABLY SAVED STEVE’S LIFE, NBD), not only badass but such a smart move
And then she takes her babysitter’s bat with nails and tells Billy that his abuse towards her and her friends ends now. what a brave bamf.
She wears pants to the snow ball because it’s what she feels comfortable in and doesn’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks (and she still looks super cute and feminine)
“This world is rotten and those who are making it rot deserve to die. Someone has to do it, so why not me? Even if it means sacrificing my own mind and soul, it’s worth it. Because the world can’t go on like this. What if someone else had picked up this notebook? Is there anyone out there other than me who’d be willing to eliminate the vermin from the world? If I don’t do it, then who will? That’s just it: there’s no one, I’m the only one who can. I’ll do it. By using the death note, I’ll change the world.”