My Drawings Among Other Things

A Majic Story I Am Never Going to Publish

Once, I had written this, with the full intention to make a story out of it. With a plot and characters and a title.

But I realized that people would start killing me once I realized how much I made fun of Harry Potter in my rough drafts.

And I would very much prefer to live.

This is only a snippet that I found saved on my thumb drive, all other parts were deleted, so this won't make much sense.

Enjoy a story that will never exist.

-NewRandomChild01

Kara's eyes widened as she looked into the bubbling pot, two very blurred, very brown eyes widening back at her. What was inside the rustic pot was a combination of various liquids that swiveled and swerved off, bouncing against and away from each other, large variations combining and popping as bubbles danced about the surface. The concoction was looking about as compatible as oil and water; not to mention that it somewhat looked and smelled much like the black liquid that would leak from out of a car when the engine was tampered with incorrectly. The mixture looked far too runny, stench too strong, and too full of uneven lumpy shapes of food or substances unknown to be the baked potato Granny Milly claimed to be making.

Kara suddenly lost her desire to ask for food with the stench and steam of this soupy stuff in the pot. Kara turned her nose away from the fireplace before her stomach flipped, she certainly hadn't expected to have Mililani's patched and patched again apron right half a foot away from her, one hand on one hip and one potato on the other hand.

Mililani looked down at Kara, her tight lips curling into a toothless smile, and a dozen wrinkles suddenly appeared on her face surrounding the areas of her eyes and around the corners of her mouth. Her dimples didn't show.

"Impatient now, aren't we? Was my living room not enough for the little human? Trying to demolish my kitchen next?"

Kara tried to appear intimidating, standing up iron rod straight and scrutinizing the old woman with a simple narrowing of her eyes, but the only thing Kara succeeded to look like was a ten-year-old squinting so hard that her eyelids were practically smashed shut.

"I don't go 'round burning living rooms. I already said that it ain't on purpose, it was a damned accident, Granny Milly." Kara hadn't meant for the sentence to come out as squeaky and pitchy as it did, it almost sounded scared and vulnerable, and she certainly didn't mean to add a bad word in that sentence. Perhaps that was just something she had picked up from her grandfather when his baseball team struck out another inning.

"That was no accident. Everything we see and everything we think is an accident, because it happens in the very time it occurs, but when it comes down to doing something, you've got no excuse. You can not stop a thought, but you can rethink and stop an action." Mililani's eyebrows tilted downwards as she poked Kara's right shoulder with the spoon and quickly had her stumbling off the wooden stool, and replacing the empty space with herself. Almost at once, as soon as Mililani's feet were planted firmly on the wooden stool, the oaken legs had grown double in height and thickened twice as the original width, allowing the old witch a clear view of her pot.

Then as a sort of afterthought, Mililani turned back towards Kara and pinched her ear, pulling it until it turned red while the girl yelped in surprise and pain.

"And who said you had permission to speak curse words and use improper grammar in my kitchen?"

Kara had her teeth bared, trying to not show how much this ear pulling really hurt. Kara has had her ears pulled before, she had gotten quite used to getting into troubles that she couldn't ninja her way out of, and getting slight punishments like ear pulling for them. But this was an ear pull unlike any other, Granny Milly yanked and dug her thumbnail into the skin. It was strikingly painful.

"No one, Granny Milly."

"Right. So will you do me the favor of saying that sentence again, all free of curses and bad grammar?"

"I already said that it ain't-"

Pinch.

"-that it wasn't on purpose, it was a stupid-"

Yank.

"-Unintentional accident."

Kara frowned and rubbed her ear, that was hot and throbbing from the torture it has been through. The young girl made a permanent mental note to never use the curse words her grandfather used in front of Granny Milly.

"Good. Will you please pass the pepper spice, Carolina?"

Kara frowned, she thought she had made it clear that she didn't like that name, but she wasn't all up for correcting her. She only muttered through her teeth as she looked around for the bell pepper. "My name is Kara, Granny Milly."

Kara stood beside the pot as Granny Milly stirred the contents with a dark wooden spoon, she held her breath as she waited for the old witch to take the old and gnarled green bell pepper shaker, Kara has kept an arm's length distance from the spice since she had found it amongst some dried flowers and shriveled up orange striped things that she desperately hoped were oddly colored raisins. But this pepper was already tickling Kara's nose, her eyes began to almost water even when held at this distance, this spice had to be very potent.

"Aren't you going to ask what's in the pot?"

Kara shifted the pepper, keeping her mouth shut.

"This is a spell I made when I was a lot younger." The old witch continued though Kara had remained silent. "I'll just need to add that pepper and potato and we'll be done."

A large, exaggerated plop! was heard as Granny Milly dropped the potato into the pot, a green burst of steam arose and with it a nauseating stench of vomit.

Kara frowned, her lips getting tighter when Granny Milly snatched the pepper, tilting it over the pot, not yet pouring it out but rather waiting for the exact right moment to do so.

Kara blurted out, dusting off the excess pepper on her palms, "Aren't spells supposed to be with words? Like, uh, Harry Potter?"

"Is that really what did you expect? Waving magical sticks whilst shouting incoherent nonsense ramblings of long lost languages?"

Kara shut her mouth once again, embarrassed to admit that it was exactly what she expected.

"Fictional human lore, I'd say." Muttered Granny Milly, adjusting her weight on the stool, which heaved under and bent down before growing up another two inches.