TSFS: The Other Side's Sacrifice

Trip To Grandma's

February 9th, 2018

8:00 pm

"Is this her house?" Hazel asked as she stepped out of the vehicle. They had just arrived at Will's grandma's house, and the two were as exhausted as the vehicle was. It was nearly out of gas, and the longer Hazel stood on her two feet, the longer she began to drift asleep.

"Yep. 8428 W State Road 43." Will says, locking the car behind him as he walked up the rocky path of rocks below him. Hazel squinted at the house. The yellow wooden paint that was freshly coated on there, and the white gutters that hung off from the side of the house.

The small house was very old fashion style--something that Hazel assumed was a grandma fashion for her. "Does she leave alone?" she then felt the need to ask, in which Will quickly shook his head. "Lots of my family is divorced on my mom's side. I'm honestly surprised my mom and dad aren't divorced."

The two of them walked up the wooden stair steps, taking a quick glance at the rocking chair that was soaked outside from the rain, with flowers surrounding it.

There were all types of flowers. Sunflowers, Daisies, Roses. They were all watered evenly, their petals popping out delicately in a way that reminded Hazel of her own childhood house.

Will then rang the doorbell, the distant sound being heard from inside the house for them, and soon an old lady whips open the door with a smile on her face.

"William, my sweet boy!" she said brightly, not giving Will a second to respond, when she whipped her arms over him.

The height difference was absurd, and it took a lot for Hazel to not giggle at how desperate Will looked for the incoming help.

"Hi grandma." he finally said, giving into the hug regardless of who was watching.

She backed away, having to stand on her tippy toes when she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm so glad you are here. I needed someone to help me with my flowers--"

"Grandma, we're actually here for something else." Will softly interrupts.

His grandma frowns, only to look around at the flowers, before catching Hazel's eyes. "Who is this lovely lady? Did you finally find a wife?" She giggles, walking closer to Hazel who couldn't help but smile at how awkward Will's approach was to the situation.

"No--I mean yes--but no she's not my wife--"

"I'm his girlfriend." Hazel cuts in.

His grandma seemed to practically melt at the sentence as her mouth was opened in an "O" shape and pure joy on her face. "How nice! Where did you guys meet? A witch meeting? Maybe a witch shop--you know what, don't answer that question come inside and we'll talk there."

Will's grandma seemed to interrupt herself a lot, though the couple accepted. Not before Will flashed a widened eye at Hazel, a cry for help, when all Hazel could do was laugh.

The house on the inside was even more old fashion. Everything looked like it was made in the old days, dark tone colors that seemed to get duster as Hazel walked further into the house. The smell was warm, and comforting as it was a light cinnamon smell that filled the two of their nostrils.

"It's beautiful in here." Hazel said softly, holding her hands behind her back as she glanced around the kitchen that had many different bird frames. She seemed to like birds Hazel noticed.

"Thank you dear, I have quite the collection of things." she lets out another laugh, that had the old raspy tone in it, that Hazel admired.

"I love nature, as I am a green witch. Most of the family is a Kitchen witch, making lovely different pastries but some other things too." she smiles at Hazel. "What type of witch are you?"