I'm glad Christopher came after me when I ran away. Not that I'm not perfectly capable of running away by myself, but...well, it was nice of him to do so. And I am a proper lady, not a Heathen like he once thought, so I suppose I ought to say thank-you ( Read more... )

Is it very odd, to miss two homes? Not that I'd call Series Ten my home any longer, since I can't go back. But I miss little things. Spiced lamb, the inner part of the Temple, how the clothes felt...

Mostly, though, I miss Mother Proudfoot.

But I suppose if there's one thing I do truly miss about Series Ten, it's the heat. Everywhere else is so ( Read more... )

[Millie is standing in front of the stove, sluggishly stirring a pot and peering at the small-lettered instructions on an empty can. She looks like she hasn't slept in...well, twenty-four hours or so ( Read more... )

To Whom It May Concern:

My name is Millie--Millie de Witt will do, I suppose, if you need a full name--and I'd like to inquire into any available positions in the Library. I have some experience, which is to say, I usually live someplace with quite a remarkable library itself, and I spend such a great deal of time in it. I'm also an enchantress, ( Read more... )

[A girl wanders down a shadowed hallway that looks rather opulent, even through the lack of light. The girl is a little on the plump side and dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and she looks frightened. One hand is pressed to her chest, and she keeps giving the deeper shadows skittish looks. When she speaks, her voice is a quiet moan.]I thought this ( Read more... )