Gingerbread House, Ravenswood
Hester wandered around her house, feeling as lonely as crap. After her mother died, Hester was left alone to take care of herself. She was only in her early 11's. That is, until she was taken to attend the School for Evil. And now she was back home. If you could call it that.
Hester scowled and tried not to look at the oven as she trudged past. That fucked up thing was somehow nailed to the floor, and she couldn't get it out. So now it just stayed there like an evil memory coming back to haunt her.
Hester had watched her mother die. Right in front of her very own eyes. Hester cringed as she tried to shoo the memory away, but it just swooped in unexpectedly and unwelcomely like always.
Hester was in the woods, not far from her home as practicing her demon. She finally mastered the fireball skill and was pretty proud of herself as one shot a squirrel scurrying nearby. Hester snickered and looked around for something else to do. Preferably another victim for her demon.
Hester would NEVER admit it...but sometimes...she liked to act as if she was the mother of her demon. It was stupid, and she'd rather take a sip of poison than admit it. But really though.
She glanced around and saw her demon climbing up a tree, looking rather small, like herself. It sort of freaked Hester out when her mother had told her that the demon was like a piece of her soul. But what really made Hester freak was when her mother had blurted, "if the demon dies, you die. So don't let the demon die." And you would freak out too if you were Hester! Guess that, "everything has a catch," saying was true after all.
Hester laid down on her back in some dry grass, gazing at the gray sky. She wondered what was for lunch.
'Maybe more cooked up children again...' Hester thought, eyeing her mother greeting in two kids at the doorway. A girl and a boy, preferably brother and sister, noticing their similarities in appearance.
Hester rolled her eyes and blew back a part of her red streaked hair out of her face. Bored, Hester rolled over, crushing a beetle to its death. Then she looked back at her gingerbread house.
You may not have guessed this, but Hester hated candy. Like- a lot. From its sweet nauseating taste to its crappy colorful look. Hester had always thought of the stuff as things kids plead for to make their parents waste money. And yet, she practically lived in a house made of it.
Hester sat up after awhile and recalled her demon back to her neck as she was a bit anxious it would fall down from the tree. She glanced back at the house.
Her mother had always scolded her to never interfere with her "business." But then Hester thought., 'well this isn't really "interfering" so it should be fine.'
After all, she wasn't going to just jump out and scare the kids away. That'd just be stupid and idiotic.
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Hester watched her mother and the children through the window, curious.
"And what are your names, sweeties?" Her mother asked politely as they dug into the candy, Hester glaring.
"My name is Hansel, and that's my sister, Gretel." Said the boy.
"Pleasure to meet you Hansel and Gretel!" Exclaimed the witch.
Hester rolled her eyes, almost gagging.
"Welcome welcome! Please make yourself at home..." She continued with a smile, which soon turned into an evil grin when she turned around to her cauldron.
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Hester gaped as her mother was pushed into the oven, shrieking. What a brutal death.
She wanted to do something— to help her helpless mother— and just as she was about to release her demon— it was too late. The little evil kids had closed it and were cheering and celebrating loudly.
"Come on, lets get out of here!" Hansel said as grabbing his sister's hand and running back into the forest.
Neither had noticed the other witch, silently crying as staring at where Hansel and Gretel had just been.
She wanted revenge. To hurt them. Kill them probably— to run after them and avenge her mother—
But she didn't.
Hester knew that revenge wouldn't do anything but cause more problems.
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Hester paused, mid walk.
She was standing in the exact spot Hansel and Gretel stood years back. Their dirty shoe prints never did wash off.
Quickly, Hester scrambled off, outside and snatched her phone out of her evil uniform's pocket. Then went to her coven's group chat.
-The Coven-
Hester: Hi guys, what are you doing?
It wasn't long until another message popped up, by Anadil.
Anadil: Living life.
Hester: Well duh but literally Ani.
Anadil: If you really want to know, I'm sitting in my bed texting you after reading a book that you interrupted me by.
Dot: Heya! I just left Robin Hood's house after we talked for awhile, it ended quite early than expected and now I'm walking back home to daddy
Anadil: And you actually have service there?
Dot: Yea why?
Hester: ...
Hester: Well anyways, since we're all bored assholes right now, and it seems a decent day— do you guys want to come over?
Hester: AND THAT'S NOT AN INVITATION BUT AN ORDER—
Anadil: Aww, Dot, Hester misses us.
Dot: How sweet!
Hester turned red from embarrassment and her fingers scrambled to respond.
Hester: No I don't!
Dot: Fine. Then you're lonely and want company?
Hester: NO
Anadil: She has a demon anyways.
Dot: Which can't even talk fyi other than do this, bayabayababababyababyabaybaaaaaaa-
Hester: You little—
Anadil: Pffffft— well I'll be over in about 10 minutes, bye bye~
Dot: ...never knew Anadil was like that
Hester: Then you a dummy.
Dot: Am not!
Hester: Are too, now hurry up and get over here before I change my mind!
Dot: You're just saying that
Hester: SCRAM
Dot: You're less scary through the screen lol
Hester: Did you just insult me—
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Hester: Oh just wait till I get my hands on you, you little piece of wasted smelly crap-
Anadil: Yo. I'm still here.
Hester: THIS ENDS, NOW.
Hester stuffed her phone in her pocket, slightly fuming a bit but also smiling a bit, she stepped back inside to wait.
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Double Trouble
FanficTrouble is brewing up like a potion in a cauldron, and it's coming fast. Hester and Anadil struggle to fight back the trouble life throws at them. However, their efforts are near pointless. It even comes to the point where they're about as close to...
