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Dossier Nineteen

[Henrietta is cradling a small potted plant protectively against her chest, looking back and forth as though someone might appear to take it from her. Quietly, she tells it,]

I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.

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[O hay, it's a Crowley]

Henrietta?

[lkdjaslkdjfdg]

[She tries to hide the plant behind her back, which of course doesn't work, because it has long, trailing fronds.]

S-signore.

[Does his best to hide a smirk]

What's that you've got there?

[jdklasjdlaksdj] Um....

You know, I can't quite see it behind there—

[moves around, craning his neck over-dramatically because he's teasing her lol]

[jdslakjds]

[She hugs the plant to herself. ._.] P-please don't kill Henry.

[Stops]

Henry?

Dorothy, the real Dorothy, she gave me a name for him. I know he's not as green as the others but I like him.

Dorothy? Who is this Dorothy, and why is she naming my plants?

[Strokes the plant reverently] Dorothy Gale. She said he should have a name.

...

Where do I know that name from?

[*____* Reverently--] The Wizard of Oz.

[....bliiiiiink]

You aren't serious.

[*___________*] She's really really real.

[Crowley just...stares. He cannot even begin to comprehend this.]

She's so amazing, signore. [Ttly forgot she said she wouldn't call him that any more.] She has silver slippers and everything--she said she met Santa Claus, and she's been traveling in a bubble--she was leaving the Emerald City when she ended up here, and she was traveling on the Yellow Brick Road, the real Yellow Brick Road, signore. [Deep breath, dreamy sigh] And she thought I was a Gillikin.

And she's decided that the plant's name should be Henry.

It's her uncle's name. Please signore, I know it's supposed to be the example one, but what will I tell her if you kill it? [ D8 ]

[Crowley suppresses a smile]

Well, I don't know... I can't just go making exceptions for everyone, you realize.

[ajskdlsjajkd HUGGING THE PLANT.] P...please... It's her uncle's name...

[With as straight a face as he can manage:]

You've said it yourself, his colour's all off. He's a bit small, too...

[casts an appraising eye on the plant]

[Rather helplessly] But... but Dorothy named him. The real Dorothy. I'll get him to be bigger and greener, I will.

Well...I suppose you'll have to be his caretaker, then. I can't be bothered to look after a little girl and a sickly plant.

He'll be all your responsibility. Can you handle that?

Edited 2008-10-20 05:19 (UTC)

[Wait...] R..really?

Of course really. Unless you'd rather not...?

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