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“Miss Fia,” an insistent voice rouses Fia in her sleep, “wake up.”
Fia doesn’t feel like waking up yet, so she’s content to ignore the voice, but then she’s being repeatedly – and quite rudely – poked into her cheek and forehead with a rather pointy edge. She sits up in her bedding, batting Bukvar away with her hand as she levels him with her best approximation of a stormy glare. “What’s going on?” she hisses, still groggy. “I’m a growing girl child, Bukvar, I need my sleep.”
As he nervously flaps his pages and covers in front of her, Bukvar has the decency to at least look apologetic. “Sorry, Miss Fia, but it’s Batilda.” The mention of her witch serves to wake Fia up way more effectively than anything else has so far. “She’s acting… strange.”
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written for @spiderziege in the @naddpodgifting <3 a funny little misunderstanding and some feel-good stuff with young fia & batilda :)
