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Authors: Paul Kater
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crawl out of,
they held the remains of the factory in place and climbed out of
their precarious position. After getting themselves into safety,
they carefully lowered the mass of concrete and frozen water again.
That way it would look as if nothing had happened. Just to be on
the safe side, if Zelda would come back to check on what she had
done.
"Where are our brooms?", Hilda asked. She
knew already, and the link to William prevented an answer from him.
"That stinks. They were good brooms." She pulled her cloak around
her. "I hate snow."
William looked around, also making sure the
cold was not getting to him. There was hardly any wood around to
make a proper broom out of. He frowned and popped out his wand.
"What do you think of this?"
Hilda stared at him. "That is an iron broom,
William. Iron. Not wood."
He made it float.
Hilda drew her wand and produced another
metal broom. There was plenty of metal around, from all the
machinery that now no longer could be called such. "Hmmm. Clunky.
But it seems to work."
They mounted their new rides and slowly
lifted off. The brooms were heavy and did not respond as nicely as
the wooden variety, but these things would be able to get them away
from the factory remains.
"Okay, William, I have to hand it to you,"
said Hilda. "You thought of it a little sooner than I did. But I am
more affected by the cold. That's why."
William snorted.
As they flew away from the factory grounds,
they saw that most of the snow in the town was already melting,
creating massive flows of water.
"That might create a big problem," Hilda said
as she looked at the water under them. But we shouldn't take care
of it."
William understood that immediately. Fixing
the problem was like putting up a neon sign telling Zelda they were
still alive. "Let's get back to the apartment first, sleep some of
this off, and see if we can improve on our brooms. You're right,
these things fly like bricks."
They made a bit of a detour getting to the
apartment they had confiscated. The sun was on the rise, so they
were more and more visible. The magical couple just took the chance
of being spotted while flying to the front door of the apartment,
which was on an outside gallery. Nobody seemed to notice them. They
took the metal brooms inside; no need to make anyone wonder about
these contraptions, if someone were to come across them when
passing 'their' apartment.
Hilda and William crashed onto the bed.
"We're facing something here," William stated
the obvious.
"Really. Wake me up if you have brilliant
ideas." Hilda kissed his cheek and closed her eyes. "Or better
still: remember the brilliant ideas until I wake up." She took one
of William's hands and pulled his arm around her. "Nice," she
mumbled. A few seconds later she was asleep.
William tried to think up brilliant ideas. He
managed that for about twenty seconds.
-=-=-
Hilda saw the ceiling when she opened her
eyes again. She heard the soft and peaceful breathing of the wizard
next to her. "No brilliant ideas, I guess," she silently whispered
to herself, and a faint smile played in the corners of her
mouth.
She tried to come up with something herself,
and failed as well, even though she used more than twenty seconds.
It was hard, she knew, smoking out a witch whose whereabouts were
unknown. Next best thing would be to lure her. Slowly she nodded.
Lure was good. But... how? What would be something that a witch
could not resist? She'd have to think about that herself, and talk
it over with William. William would probably not be able to come up
with something. He was from here, and not a witch since the
beginning.
"What are you thinking, sweetwitch?", a deep
voice whispered in her ear. William had woken up also, and picked
up the jumble of thoughts that she was harbouring.
"Good morning. Or afternoon." She turned to
face him. "I was thinking how much I love you."
"You lie, but it's a sweet lie, so you get
away with it," William grinned as he opened his eyes and saw
they held the remains of the factory in place and climbed out of
their precarious position. After getting themselves into safety,
they carefully lowered the mass of concrete and frozen water again.
That way it would look as if nothing had happened. Just to be on
the safe side, if Zelda would come back to check on what she had
done.
"Where are our brooms?", Hilda asked. She
knew already, and the link to William prevented an answer from him.
"That stinks. They were good brooms." She pulled her cloak around
her. "I hate snow."
William looked around, also making sure the
cold was not getting to him. There was hardly any wood around to
make a proper broom out of. He frowned and popped out his wand.
"What do you think of this?"
Hilda stared at him. "That is an iron broom,
William. Iron. Not wood."
He made it float.
Hilda drew her wand and produced another
metal broom. There was plenty of metal around, from all the
machinery that now no longer could be called such. "Hmmm. Clunky.
But it seems to work."
They mounted their new rides and slowly
lifted off. The brooms were heavy and did not respond as nicely as
the wooden variety, but these things would be able to get them away
from the factory remains.
"Okay, William, I have to hand it to you,"
said Hilda. "You thought of it a little sooner than I did. But I am
more affected by the cold. That's why."
William snorted.
As they flew away from the factory grounds,
they saw that most of the snow in the town was already melting,
creating massive flows of water.
"That might create a big problem," Hilda said
as she looked at the water under them. But we shouldn't take care
of it."
William understood that immediately. Fixing
the problem was like putting up a neon sign telling Zelda they were
still alive. "Let's get back to the apartment first, sleep some of
this off, and see if we can improve on our brooms. You're right,
these things fly like bricks."
They made a bit of a detour getting to the
apartment they had confiscated. The sun was on the rise, so they
were more and more visible. The magical couple just took the chance
of being spotted while flying to the front door of the apartment,
which was on an outside gallery. Nobody seemed to notice them. They
took the metal brooms inside; no need to make anyone wonder about
these contraptions, if someone were to come across them when
passing 'their' apartment.
Hilda and William crashed onto the bed.
"We're facing something here," William stated
the obvious.
"Really. Wake me up if you have brilliant
ideas." Hilda kissed his cheek and closed her eyes. "Or better
still: remember the brilliant ideas until I wake up." She took one
of William's hands and pulled his arm around her. "Nice," she
mumbled. A few seconds later she was asleep.
William tried to think up brilliant ideas. He
managed that for about twenty seconds.
-=-=-
Hilda saw the ceiling when she opened her
eyes again. She heard the soft and peaceful breathing of the wizard
next to her. "No brilliant ideas, I guess," she silently whispered
to herself, and a faint smile played in the corners of her
mouth.
She tried to come up with something herself,
and failed as well, even though she used more than twenty seconds.
It was hard, she knew, smoking out a witch whose whereabouts were
unknown. Next best thing would be to lure her. Slowly she nodded.
Lure was good. But... how? What would be something that a witch
could not resist? She'd have to think about that herself, and talk
it over with William. William would probably not be able to come up
with something. He was from here, and not a witch since the
beginning.
"What are you thinking, sweetwitch?", a deep
voice whispered in her ear. William had woken up also, and picked
up the jumble of thoughts that she was harbouring.
"Good morning. Or afternoon." She turned to
face him. "I was thinking how much I love you."
"You lie, but it's a sweet lie, so you get
away with it," William grinned as he opened his eyes and saw
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