picked mrs. sinclare up at the train station today. while we were waiting, an old man asked wilamina if she wanted a book. she found several she liked, but before she could pay, a giant raven swooped down and made the old man and his books dissappear... how odd. then wilamina made me cary the books she had been holding. just call me camel.
another odd thing. mrs cuthbert and some other strangers showed up at the platform while we were waiting. i don’t think they got on the train but we were distracted by the arrival of mrs sinclare.
wilamina had to poke me to remind me to be polite to mrs. sinclare. i’m so lousy at this social stuff... but then again, mrs sinclare blathered on so about nothing in particular. it was difficult to get a word in one way or another. i finally settled for trying to look attentive and making affirmative noises when there was a break. and if she wanted me to talk about anything, i brought up the babies. that usually derailed her and made her go on without my interaction for a while yet.
i was sad to see that mrs frazer wasn’t at home when we finally got in. mrs sinclare was frantic to see the babies and kept going on and on about where her foolish daughter was and why wasn’t she at home and where was she? i was never so happy to see mrs frazer come home and then follow willamina next door to meet with david. too bad they just wanted to talk shop. blah, blah, blah...
while i was heading up stairs, though, i finally had the dreaded meeting with sir cosmo. it did not go as planned, though. he didn’t know what note i was referring too. but since i’d mentioned it, he asked about it. i had to tell him what i had written. he said that he knew i was in an unusual situation in the household and seemed distressed that i felt unappreciated. he assured me that he was still happy to keep me in his employ and that he knew how difficult it was to keep up with wilamina and edward. i thanked him and fled. i don’t think my face has ever been that red. at least i also learned that mrs. namaste is now in charge of employment in the household. since she specifically asked me to come along on the last trip, i assume she still wants me around. maybe I shall speak to her later...
after i had calmed down and the flush left my face (i hoped anyway), i went back to wilamina and david.
we are off to go find some bad guys. i’m hoping that i get to hit somone as well.
....
i really hate magic. just when you start to believe it might be helpful, you get caught in the crossfire of a wild spell. this time, not even a note would have helped. i almost lost my beloved matilda. but i caught her and was instead teleported to some strange tower. i would have been more distraught except that someone imediately set upon me. it was the most difficult fight i’ve been in in a while. i found out later that i managed to take him out. probably about the same time i lost conciousness. at least i was able to wake up just in time to save edward. there was a big sword about to chop his head off. how edward got there, i don’t know. but there you go. i think some of the rest of the group made it up to the tower as well, but everything after that is slightly hazy. i’m still feeling woozy. and sore. i would hope for about a week in bed except we’ll probably be doing some other crazy deed tomorrow. the biggest thing is that sir cosmo seems to have been stabbed pretty bad. someone apperantly also made the wild spell go away. for which i’ll be eternally grateful.
at least i whooped a whole bunch of ninja butt before the whole magic thing. that was very satisfying. that’s probably the only reason that i won’t try to go give me notice to mrs. namaste. i mean i think i almost got edward killed! but i’m pretty sure that mrs namaste wouldn’t let me go. i think i’m glad...
i’m glad that sir cosmo doesn’t seem to be too badly off. i wish i could have been there to help him. today was one of the first times i’ve ever had a man complement me. and not for trying to get something out of me either.
well, other than HIS odd attempts at complements. and i’m still not sure what he’s after when he gives them, either... the tiny sentimental part of me that’s left hopes that it’s because he actually likes me. the practical part of me is pretty sure it’s because he’s a womanizing lecherous horid old man. but... there haven’t been any advances recently, so. i don’t know. as always, we’ll just have to wait and see...
ahhh. being injured seems to have made me all maudlin. again. but i can’t seem to sleep either. even though i want to sleep, so many things keep spinning through my head like a giant water wheel. maybe i should beg someone to use that sooth spell on me. or, considering the events of the day, maybe not. but i don’t really hold with laudinum either. maybe i’ll go talk to mrs samaline. but only if she can promise that it won’t go wild...
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