Project: Chosen Grannie

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Agatha's house was just as calm and quiet as it ever was. Alecto had only puked in the sitting room when they got home, but other than that, the entire day had gone on as scheduled after the goat had announced she was the savior of a magickal realm. Or realms, Agatha had to remind herself, realms, plural. More than one one. Less than four? Maybe. But definitely more than one.

After the goat's rather abrupt and rude speech Agatha was left with all sorts of questions. What kind of savior was she? What kind of villain was she going up against? Was she about to be imbued with magickal powers that would help her or would a kindly sprite show up with magickal armor? Was she some sort of descendant of a warlock perhaps and it was only her blood line that was important?

Did this have anything to do with that one time she let her friend convince to her dance naked at that harvest thing while they in college? Agatha had never really thought much of it but one girl did say that she could feel her soul being impregnated by the moon, although she never produced said moon baby.

When she tried to ask any of her questions, the goat refused to respond and Agatha assumed he was just a very discontent messenger so she was left to do what she did best. Think.

Thinking was something Agatha found relaxing. Most people needed silly devices to fill up the spaces in their brains- keeping them forever chained to social media but Agatha just needed her brain, well, and her cats. Cats were important.

Mary Millicent Mulligatawny was getting dinner ready in the kitchen. Dinner was served at the same exact time every single day. Agatha considered for a moment telling the live in companion about her encounter with the rude goat but she opted against it seeing as Mary Millicent Mulligatawny would more than likely try to fit it into the schedule.

"Saturdays, water aerobics at 9 am, lunch at noon, and being the chosen one from 1pm to 3pm." Agatha muttered as she picked her knitting needles back up off her lap.

That was harsh. The companion did the best she could. Even if she was a tad bit controlling about it.

What if Agatha wanted to live in semi-filth and squalor and let her cats puke all over everything? She didn't. But sometimes she wanted the freedom to choose to do so.

Mary Millicent Mulligatawny would never let that happen.

"Don't trust the thin one," Tess murmured while licking a paw.

Agatha looked sideways at her cat, who had moments ago just been sunbathing in the window, being a normal, non-speaking feline. She adjusted her glasses, waiting.

"I don't like her," Tess said again.

The voice wasn't a regular human voice, it sounded almost like a curl of a tongue, like if a purr could be words, that's what they would sound like.

Agatha stared at her cat. "You mean Mary Millicent Mulligatawny?"

"She's plotting to overthrow you." Tess moved to her back hind leg, throwing it straight up in the air and licking away like they weren't having the first conversation they'd ever had in their many years together.

"Plotting to overthrow me?" Agatha leaned in closer to the cat, wondering if she was getting this right.

First a goat tells her she's a savior of a couple magickal realms and now her cat is telling her the live in nurse is planning something dastardly.

Tess took one yellow eye off of the leg and during mid-lick made an 'ahem' noise.

Agatha turned towards the kitchen and watched Mary Millicent Mulligatawny bring out the mid evening snack. She looked sweet in her thin way that she did, but for the first time Agatha sized her like an opponent.