ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ➮ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[revolter]

Who: Matilda Wormwood and YOU.
What: playing hopscotch with flying stones!
When: This afternoon.
Where: Near the garden!!
Rating: G



[ she should have asked if she was allowed to draw on the pavement near the garden. But Matilda had figured that if she wasn't, she'll wash the chalk away.

It was a good practice for her power more than just a game. She knew this was something many kids usually played together but having grown up the way she did, she didn't mind playing alone.

To those who might pass her she might seem like a true wonder. A small child in a blue dress making a stone rise into the air before it is elegantly placed down on a numbered square for her to hop on the other numbered blocks to get it back. After she retrieves it, she hops back only to lay it on the ground and make it float up and onto one of the chalk squares again.

She'll accept playmates. ]

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[ensorceler]

The attempt at a curtsy gets a gentle smile in return, and an appreciative nod. She steps closer as the girl speaks, looking between her and the design she had drawn on the ground. It certainly is...unique.

"For a game? It almost looks like some foreign art..."

[revolter]

She smiles, perhaps amused at the fact that any 6-year-old can draw something that to another would look like are. ]

"I suppose art really is a subjective thing. It's like a game board. See, the numbers tell you where do you need to jump to and in the end there's home, where you can turn around.

Should I demonstrate?"

[ensorceler]

Anne watches only somewhat curiously. She is not very interested in this game, as it appears dull to her, but she is reluctant to leave a young child on her own here. Deciding it might be difficult to convince her to go inside before she plays a bit more, the queen decides to humor her for the moment.

"Yes, show me. Perhaps I might play."

[revolter]

She lifts her finger, makes the stone rise into the air before she tosses it into one of the squares. As she hops to get it, careful not to step out of the lines, she explains.

"Did you know, hopscotch was first heard of in the seventeenth century in the Book of Games! And in Webster's merican Dictionary of the English language it was written that boys play this game but in my school, girls play it too.

I read about it in the library."

[ensorceler]

Anne has a hard time not running away as fast as she can at the sight, hardly even hearing what the girl has to say. It's only her limited experience with sorcerers thus far that forces her to keep her mouth shut and her eyes not quite so wide.

She visibly takes a step or two back, though, then circles around to glance down at the rock and the drawing, before quickly returning to Matilda to not let her out of sight. Who knows if she's even a real little girl?

"No, child, I did not," she finally murmurs out with a hint of wary amusement in her voice. "As I will not live to see that century unless I learn to wield magic as freely as you do."

[revolter]

"I's not magic, at least, I don't think it is."

She tries to think of an explanation but it's hard given the fact that she doesn't manage to explain it to herself.

"It's not a spell and I can't do other things, I can't...turn rabbits into pillows. Just this. It's my power."

[ensorceler]

She tries not to give a six-year-old a glare at such a blatant lie, because of course it's magic, what else could it be? Instead she looks towards the snow nearby.

"You use it merely to play games, then? But you still enjoy your books?"

[revolter]

I always enjoyed books. I enjoy books more than games, to be very honest. But this is nice too.