The Next Great Adventure

The night Fate started to play

Marigold had been released from the hospital for a week now and was staying at Sheila's house. It was a house much like the burrow, not the shape of the topsy-turvy home but the feel of it.
The living room where she would often be found more often than not, hoping for one of the comfy chairs or sofas to swallow her whole.
Not the healthiest thought, but it was a consistent one.

Pillows were something the Bennett house was not short of along with blankets, and most of them were in Marigold's bedroom.
It wasn't like she intended to hoard them, it just happened. At first, it was an extra one from the airing cupboard, then a throw pillow, then many, many more that she had duplicated with magic.
It was a surprise to Bonnie who had knocked on her door the previous morning, in hopes of showing her around the town square or at least giving her the option of sunlight, but instead of finding the girl with silky auburn curls, she found mountains of pillows.
What was worse, was that they weren't on the bed, they were all on the floor. Like a small nest and the baby bird that was a crazed Marigold furiously reading something in Latin with a small light casting intimidating shadows on the wall

Marigold Dorea Potter really needed help

When morning rose again, Bonnie was in the kitchen making two cups of her Grams special tea, when she saw the newest tenant walk in with pens sticking out of her hair.
That was nothing new, and neither was the purple shadows underneath her hypnotizing emerald eyes
"What are you doing, Marigold?" The girl in her cheerleading uniform asked, sipping her tea
"Looking at ads for Flats," she told her, picking up the paper that was delivered that morning. As the Wixen faced Bonnie, she stuttered "Not that I don't like being here... it's just"
"Not home" Bonnie finished for her

Nodding wistfully, Marigold mused "Even if I don't know what that means anymore"
"Home is a people" Bonnie wisely said, as her eyes misted over ever so slightly.
The Wixen in the room tilted her head, with a disarming smile "Then I'm guessing, I'm looking for a place to start a new home"

"Well," Bonnie sighed, before drinking the dregs of her tea "I have to go so I'm not going to be late for school"
"Have fun" Marigold smirked flicking through the newspaper
"It's school" Bonnie deadpanned
Nodding in agreement, she then advised pointing with a pink pen in her hand "Don't kill anyone"

"And if I do," The 16-year-old Bennett challenged with a raised eyebrow
Marigold liked in her pair of Leafy green eyes, stating completely seriously "Make sure you don't leave any evidence"

"You're so odd," Bonnie laughed fondly as she stole the pen the last Potter was holding as she had misplaced hers. Or the more likely scenario, it was sticking out of the messy bun a topped the Wixen's head
"Thank you," Marigold said, as she took a slip of her tea. Only to place it down seconds later with a frown since her glasses steamed up

Pulling the first pen out of her Auburn messy bun, it was blue, she starts to circle many numbers to vacant flats.
started to call them, then halfway through, decided to have a break and do the three sudokus. Marigold had all but given up in her search, it was tiring to hear no for hours on end, when she saw the small little newspaper ad one her eyes seemingly missed. If the bright smile was any indication, she had just found a new place to stay.

Dressed in a zebra-striped strappy top with a corduroy jacket Sheila gifted her and black linen trousers; Marigold, who had de-penned her hair, left to go to the block of flats.
After Confunding the superintendent of the building, also telling him to look at her, not her breasts and by that she hexed him a few times and Imperio'd to be the opium of a gentleman, Marigold managed to sign the lease.

Having the door held open for her, Marigold walked into the flat at the top of the building. There were two available, but she preferred to have one nearest to an exit.
It was very small, but magic could fix that with added rooms here and there. A fireplace had to be added too; she wouldn't feel safe without one. The flat was also very open with the only door leading to the single bedroom and bathroom connected to it.
It was also very red, like a brick. Don't get her wrong, she may be a Gryffindor, but it was the reason why she couldn't stand the sight of the colour, it was everywhere

It was way past midnight, nearing on 2 am when Marigold's phone started to ring, something that was very odd for her.
She only ever had seen a phone in the terms of a landline, and only had 2 people call her on it, very rarely. It was the size of her palm and when she had it sideways on, you would be able to slide it displaying a hidden mini keyboard.
Bonnie was still teaching her who to text; it was shocking how much anger could be brought on by such a device.
Calls were easier to understand, all one had to do was press a button to answer and another to put it on speaker, knowing no one would hear. It was one of the first runes she produced

"Hello, Bonnie how's the party" Marigold answers absentmindedly, as she continued to layer runes on the windows.
Once snuffles were heard on the other end of the phone, all attention went to the call "Bonnie"

"Can you pick me up?" Bonnie sounded like a child, alone and needing a knight from a fairy tail

"Yeh," She confirmed. Already pulling on her jacket, Marigold told her "I'll be there as soon as possible"

"Okay," Bonnie whispered thickly, feeling soberer than she should off after having 4 beers and half a bottle of vodka "Bye"

Apparating to Sheila's front door was the fastest and only way to the Bennett Household, as the protection spells on the place, were spectacular
Yes, she had been living there for about a week, and only leaving to tend to the small garden of herbs Sheila grew; this doesn't mean she would just enter without knocking. Opening the door, Marigold announced as she walks in "Hi Sheila. I'll be back soon; I've just come to steal your car"

"Don't crash it," The kinky-haired Bennett witch, yelled from her spot in the living room over the noise of the TV
"Try not to" The last Potter replied, taking the keys out of the small dish by the door.
Thankfully there was a Tiger's eye key ring next to the ignition key, as the only time she had been in the front of a car was when she and Ron stole his father's flying car, and well everyone knows who that turned out, she even has the headline framed and soon to be hung in her room

"What in the name of magic" Marigold whispers as she sees ambulances line up on the bridge, and what looked like the whole of the Sheriff's department
"Sorry, this is as far as you can go," A police officer said, as he directed her to turn around

Backing up and parking, was something much harder to do than she thought as the only thing Marigold had driven was a motorbike. To be perfectly honest, it was a miracle she was still alive as she had confused the peddles more than once since she started her 10-minute drive.
Finally spotting a plastered Caroline who was being held up by a very teary Bonnie near one of the trees being lit by the flashing blue and red, Marigold carefully gets them into Sheila's car that she magically expanded.
In their state, neither questioned it.

Making it back to Sheila's, breaking many traffic law's as she did, knowing no one was going to pull her over, the three of them ended up being herded to the sofa. Bonnie was the first to fall asleep, all her emotional extortion hit her at once the moment Sheila placed a blanket over her.
Caroline, on the other hand, snuggled close to the only sober person in the room. It was instinctual, for both of them.

And it was the first time since she awoke in this new world, Marigold actually felt safe enough to sleep for a few uninterrupted hours