Snippets And Conversations

The gym is on fire!

Raising an eyebrow at the teenager, Weems pursed her lips, "Mister Tyler. Explain yourself."

Mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his face turned red, "You hit me on the back of the head last week! How could you not know who I am?!"

Wednesday glared at the boy. That didn't help narrow it down, she hit lots of people in the back of the head this week. "Mama..." She said as she nuzzled her face into the shapeshifter's breast in a futile attempt of distraction.

"I don't see what Wednesday has to do with this, young man." Weems stared at the boy as she rubbed small circles into the small girl's back.

Huffing, Tyler rolled his eyes, "She was meant to take the blame!"

The girl gasped, turning her head to meet the boy, "I would never take da blame for some-ting someone else did!"

Looking up at her caregiver, Wednesday stuck her thumb in her mouth, lisping, "He lying, Mama."

Larissa was torn. On one hand, this boy didn't seem to be lying, but on the other, it was true that Wednesday would prefer to burn the gym down herself.

Holding up a lighter, the fire fighter cleared his throat. "This was found just behind the bleachers, does this look familiar to you?"

Examining the silver and green metal on the lighter, she shook her head. It's something she has seen in the windows at the shops in Jericho. She for one never used them, preferring match sticks. "Nothing that I have ever bought."

"That is out of my budget. Those cost a few hundred." The teacher supplied a shrug. Weems made a mental note to give this man a pay raise.

Wednesday mumbled from her mother's cleavage, "I wike matches."

Shrugging her shoulders, Weems sighed, "Mr. Tyler do you have anything to add to this pretty one-sided conversation."

The boy shuffled his feet uncomfortably, "You know what I said."

"Well then," the firefighter started, "It seems like a pretty open and closed case."

Weems nodded in agreement, "I will be contacting your father. Come with me to my office right now, mister." She reaches her free hand and pulls him by the ear. Wednesday giggles at the face he makes. The woman pauses, "and thank you for coming to save the school."

The small girl wiggled out of the shapeshifter's grip, deciding to walk.

She begins to march out the doors she came in. Wednesday turned around and stuck her tongue out at the gym teacher who rolled his eyes at her. "Wednesday!" Her mother called from the hall.

Wednesday turned on her heels, following after Weems. She took pleasure in watching her mother deal with someone insolent enough to try and blame her, and it was difficult not to laugh at how he struggled to keep up with her long strides. Difficult enough that she stopped trying altogether.

"Wednesday, don't laugh, darling. It's not funny."

"No more gym class, no more gym class, no..."

Groaning, Larissa tried her best to block out the sing-song voice of her daughter.

"Seems she's happy with the results." Tyler smirked as Larissa yanked harder, "Ow ow ow-"

"Don't even, mister. You're in enough trouble as it is, blaming my daughter is only making it worse for you."

"Mama, he's naughty." Wednesday stopped her singing to glare at Tyler, who rolled his eyes yet again.

"Yes he is, baby."

Getting back to the office she put Tyler in the plastic chair in the corner, she used it for when Wednesday was bad. "I'll be calling Sheriff Galpin, and he will come and collect you and your things at his earliest convenience. In the meantime, you are to stay there facing the wall."

Weems sat down at her desk, picking up her phone. Her little climbed up into her lap, getting comfortable.

"Tyler on the naughty chair."

"Mhm." Larissa nodded, calling the number.

"Tyler naughty. Not me, I'm never naughty." Wednesday's grin was back, her hood from her onesie falling over her eyes.

"Not at all." Her mother smiled, knowing that her little one never did anything morally questionable.

Tyler scowled at the pair from across the room, mortified at having to sit in the apparent "Naughty chair".

"You can't make me stay here!" Tyler stood up. Larrisa sighed, putting the phone down and Wednesday hopping off her lap again.

"And why is that?" She questions.

Tyler turned to face her, "What if I have to use the bathroom?"

Larrisa stood up, smiling. "Well, I do have my daughter's nappies available if there are worries about an accident." She knows full well he was a neutral kid. She has many reports from other students of him picking on the littles in the school. Tyler gasped, "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I think you and I both know just how much I would. Isn't that so, Wednesday?"

The little girl didn't really know what was going on, but she crossed her arms and nodded.

"I-I'm gonna tell my father about this!" His terrible mockery of a British accent grating on the ears of the other two people in the room.

"Yes, be sure to mention the...pyromania incident while you're at it."