(Lancelot's a churl, beaten by a girl!)

[poetickatharine]

A girl enters, ten years old, looking as if she belongs in 1920s America, which is exactly where she comes from

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[sweariwontdie]

*bows* Bonsoir, Mlle. Katharine. I'm Firyafinwë Armand St. Just. The Mansion is no more strange than some of the wonders you have mentioned, I'm sure.

[poetickatharine]

Oh, no. You see, the charm only granted wishes by halves, so you had to ask to ask for twice what you wanted. One day we were at the movies and Martha wasn't thinking so she wished she wasn't there. Then she was only half there, and half somewhere else. It was an awful mess.

[sweariwontdie]

That sounds rather upsetting. *frowns*

This isn't a charm. It's a place.

[poetickatharine]

It was, but all we had to do was wish everything twice restored the way it was.

I know it's a place. I just meant I'm no stranger to strange things.

[sweariwontdie]

Ah, well then you should fit in right away.

[poetickatharine]

*nods*