Dossier Twenty-six

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here is Henrietta. Henrietta brought Crowley's bathroom. She is in a nightgown.

She is also stuck on a towel hook.

Why is she stuck on a towel hook? Because she has a pair of enormous--or rather, proportional--dove-gray wings curving out of her back. And one of them is caught on the towel hook.

She winces.]

Oh... This is bad, I think.


[[Bwahaha, experiment start. Henrietta is now an angel. |D ]]

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[djfljdfs Henrietta mimics her, disbelieving.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

If I'm going to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the wings. Maybe you can fix things now?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Little smile. ] There are worse things, squirt. And it should only be for a little while.

[ Crouching back down to be eyelevel again. ] Do you need somewhere to stay while it runs its course?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes... How did I do it, though?

[._.] Oh! Oh, thank you, but I'm staying with signore Crowley right now.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Maybe it's something that just happens around you?

He's not a part of that Agency you're in, is he?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Maybe... Or. Oh. Oh.

[She looks a bit dazed.] Eh? No. He's someone here. Why?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Oh?

I was just curious. I'm not sure how the people in your world would react to your new... plumage.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I think... I think I'm an angel.

Ah. Yes. Signore Crowley is a fallen angel, so I don't think he'll find it strange.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela is about to squee over the cute of this situation (awww little angel ♥) when she hears the description of Crowley. ]

A fallen angel?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes. But he's not-- [...can't say that.]

He's been very-- [That doesn't work either. D: ]

Um. He... taught me how to rewrite... what did he--wikipedias?