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Thea entered from the direction of upstairs. She looked much better today, her cheeks were glowing, her hair was shiny and she was inclined to be nice to everyone, even a certain Frenchman. She stepped up to the bar and after a small hesitation asked for several things, none of which were exactly ordinary. Then she sat down in a booth and laid them out in front of her, scribbling hastily in a notebook.

Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?

[OOC: Note that I have installed a new icon because I have far too many to keep just one on for long. Feel free to bother, in fact it is positively encouraged.]

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"Who said princesses can't be ordinary?"

She looked annoyed. Witches didn't really have royalty in the same sense as other people.

"My mother," she says. "And all the princes they wanted me to marry. Well, they only wanted me to marry one of them, of course. But the princes want beautiful princesses, like my sisters, not ordinary ones. I don't care in the slightest, I like being ordinary, but I'm not about to marry some silly stuffy prince and I was not about to go along with that ridiculous idea about the dragon!"

The Ordinary Princess is a little flushed, and she's not not especially concerned with filling in all the details.

"You shouldn't have to marry anyone."

Thea was huffy. Witches were used to taking care of themselves, the whole husband idea was a bit ridiculous.

"Qwa!" says Peter Aurelious.

"Precisely," the Ordinary Princess agrees. She takes a deep breath, and then says, "So, what do you do? In your world?"

"I go to high school."

Again, for the millionth time. Let's hope I don't get thrown out of this one.

"I see," says the Ordinary Princess, though she doesn't, as she will prove with the next questions. "So, that's a school for the nobility, the High School?"

"No, it's just a school for ordinary kids. You have to be a certain age."

She laughed.

"Oh," says the Ordinary Princess. "I seem to make so many mistakes when I talk to people here." But she laughs, too.

"Do you study magic there?"

"No, the human's don't know about us."

She doesn't look down on the Princess, she seemed to do it too.

"You're not human?" the Ordinary Princess asks, quite surprised.

"I'm a witch." She said simply, as though that explained everything.

"Oh," says the Ordinary Princess. She thinks for a moment, then says, "You can't be both?"

"Not in my world anyway."

She supposed Witches were humans, but it just wasn't said that way.

[ooc:Slowtime?]

[ooc: sure, but I've never done that before, so how exactly does it work? =)]

"I've never met a witch before," says the Ordinary Princess. "I did meet a girl who was rather insistant that she was not a witch, though." She turns her attention back to the problem of the door. "Is there anyone here who can help you get your door back? I've met some very magical people -- Al made Simon Perryvall out of an acorn shell."

The extremely small grey squirrel fluff his tail and chatters at Thea.

"I've asked. Apparently you just have to wait, but I'm not so sure."

Stubborn, stubborn girl.

The Ordinary Princess is not fond of just waiting. If she were, she'd be married by now.

"I'm sorry, I wish there were something I could do to help," she says. She produces a small, slightly squashed and slightly stale cake from her apron pocket and breaks it in half. "Would you like some?" she offers.

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