Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʟɪᴘ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴏʟᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴛ ➮ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[revolter]

Who: Matilda Wormwood, aka the tiny newcomer and You.
What: It's an adventure and no one can really go by an adventure alone! aka introductions and walking about the castle!
When: From the morning of February 1st and until the afternoon!
Where: all around the castle!
Rating: totally pg.



[ Matilda Wormwood had a doll that didn't belong to her.

She saved it, mind you. Rescued it to bring it back to Miss Honey but then something happened and before she knew it, a castle.

A castle! The kind that Matilda was certain she read of before but couldn't remember where. Just this made a frown make its way to her face, settling there; she never forgot a book before and she was certain she had read of a castle once.

In the time that would have taken a normal grown person to panic, Matilda clutched the doll that wasn't hers and thought of an adventure. That against all odds, she had somehow walked into one of the wonderful worlds she has read about in her books. A world where everything is beautiful and the sky is always blue and where children can play and run and read and not fear being thrown into the Chokey for hours.

She took one step forward and then another before leaning against one of the pillars, watching the world around her with a small, awe-struck smile. A child who somehow found herself in a brand new story.

After a few minutes she realized that adventure or not, Miss Honey would likely worry for her and that Lissy-Doll should be brought back to her. She also realized she as much as the castle was vast and beautiful, she was alone. Looking at the people who wandered about, she couldn't recognize a single one.

Riding up and tidying her skirt she began to walk around, peeking up at people, uncertainty written on her face. She didn't even know what questions should she ask first. Gathering up her courage she decided to begin with a very polite: ]

Excuse me - which way would take me back to where I came from, please?

Comments

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Not long at all, only a few months now. Which is really very little in the grand scheme of things, especially with what tricks the castle plays on us here.

[revolter]

[ she drops her voice to a whisper, in case the castle listens, somehow. For all she knows, it might. ]

What tricks?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[It probably can but he's not sure whether whispering would help or not when it has such a grip upon their souls as someone had once told him. Still, he lowers his voice to match hers.]

Well, already the castle has turned me into a child and I've kissed someone that I didn't love because of its tricks.

[revolter]

-- That sounds mean. It shouldn't make you do anything you don't want.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Mean, yes. It is very mean but, luckily, so far it's all been quite harmless. Hopefully it will remain so and you'll have nothing but little pranks to deal with while you are here.

[Really, he'd be furious to see a child have to deal with anything too terrible here.]

[revolter]

I suppose I can handle those. Pranks aren't always bad. At my school, my headmistress hates them so much that nobody does them anymore, they're too scared.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Headmistress?

[Terribly unfortunate that schools and headmistresses are a thing that don't quite exist in Middle Earth yet.]

She sounds like quite the bully if none wish to play harmless pranks.

[revolter]

No one likes her.

Once, she threw a girl over the fence by her hair.

[ she cringes. ]

School could have been perfect, if it weren't for her.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

By her hair??

[Legolas actually looks horrified and then a bit angry.]

I shall hope that the castle doesn't bring her here. That kind of behavior won't be tolerated.

[By him mostly.]

[revolter]

I really hope it won't either. It looks like a happy place and I don't think Miss Trunchbull would like it very much.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

If it does though, I promise you that no one will allow her to behave so atrociously. And if she did come and didn't like it, it sounds as though it would serve her right.