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[witchoftwominds]

It's been over a year since she's been here, in Nanny Ogg's cottage. At least, by one way of thinking. By another, she just closed the door and immediately opened it again.

But to anyone observant, a lot has happened in that year/second. Between the yuppie curse, the other curse, and the intentional dieting, Agnes is down three dress sizes.

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[joye_of_snackes]

Nanny's cottage isn't much of one, as witches' cottages go. It's not gnarly or rustic nor as organic as some, and rather than living out in the woods like say, Granny Weatherwax, Nanny has spent her adult life living right in the heart of Lancre town, in a spotlessly clean small house filled to bursting point with nick nacks and photos and cheap china ornaments given to her by the army of Oggs.

Nanny herself is still sitting in the comfy armchair Agnes left her in, having just poured herself a brandy and about to light her pipe for an evening alone.

The back door opens again and she looks straight up to see the young witch coming back in. And though there are a lot of things Nanny isn't, she wouldn't be a witch if she couldn't pick up on those differences.

"Well," she says. "Back already?"

[witchoftwominds]

"You could say that," she replies dryly.

That strength in her lasts about half a second longer, and then she runs over to the armchair, plops down on the floor, and lays her head against Nanny's leg.

"I was trapped in that bar, Nanny! For over a year, and I couldn't get back!"

[joye_of_snackes]

There's a pop sound as Nanny removes the pipe from her mouth and lays a hand on Agnes hair.

"Right," she says. "You found the Bar, did you?"

[witchoftwominds]

"Fairer to say that it found me," comes the (slightly muffled) reply. "It was horrible and wonderful and fun and terrifying. I made friends, I was split into two people, I lost my magic, I fell in love and had to leave him, I was cursed so I didn't want to eat, I was cursed to that I couldn't eat, I saw Death relaxing and had a chat... I even saw you there, only you weren't the you from now, you were you from a couple of years from now."

She won't start blubbering, she just won't.

"Oh, Nanny, what kind of screwy place is that?"