You Poor Unfortunate Soul~ (GxG, Pafp)

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    Anabel walked through the quiet house into the room she shared with her younger brother and pulled a bag out from under her bed. She packed quickly, easily packing almost all of her clothing into her bag. She glanced around her room again, looking for anything else she couldn't live without. When she finished searching her room, she turned back to Gwyneth. "Alright, I'm ready when you are."

    Gwyneth decided to wait in the living room for Anabel, not wanting to intrude on her just yet. There would be plenty of time for that over the next few years. She looked around the room and glanced down a couple of halls, a small hum leaving her as she determined that Anabel still lived with her family. If that was the case though, then where was her family? They weren't at the hospital, at least Anabel didn't approach them if they were. This made the witch slightly concerned, but she brushed those thoughts aside as Anabel returned. "Actually Anabel, now that I think of it, wouldn't you like to wish your family goodbye? I wouldn't want them trying to find you after all."

    Anabel shook her head. "They won't come searching for me." She left it at that and finished packing her things. The truth was her family was trying to hide their mistakes, one of them being her. The town was the same way, she was an outcast in all ways, but she didn't mind too much. Her family treated her decently, and so did the town, but she did know they were relieved to have someone disposable to pay Gwyneth with.

    Gwyneth frowned at her response but decided to leave it be for now. That was a whole other matter that she could attend to later, for now she just wanted to get back home. "Very well, shall we go then?" The witch didn't wait for an answer, she was already halfway out of the door as she finished her sentence. She had other business to attend to, and it wasn't like she was wanted here anyway.

    Anabel took one more look around before nodding to Gwyneth. When she looked up, though, she was nearly at the door. She didn’t respond, but instead followed her out. As they left town, Anabel noticed how quiet it was. The rain had finally stopped and it gave the town a peaceful look.

    Gwyneth noticed both Anabel and the town's silence, but she didn't comment on either. Both were probably due to either her presence or the plague, and she saw no need to bother sticking around any longer. As they passed the clearing of the town and entered the forests around it, the witch finally spoke. "Do they always act like that towards you? Or is it just me?"

    Anabel looked over at Gwyneth, somewhat surprised at the break of silence. She chuckled in response. "I'd hoped it wasn't too obvious. It wasn't you, they just do not like me very much. That's part of why I decided to find you, actually." The rain had stopped, but Anabel still pulled up her hood, her eyes trained on the ground to avoid tripping over a root.

    The witch frowned at that response but didn't speak again. She decided to let the topic be for now, but she would get some answers later. Soon enough the pair had made it back to Gwyneth's house, the witch taking off her cloak and boots at the door with a small sigh. "So, Anabel, tell me about yourself." She spoke as she sat back down in her chair.

    Anabel followed suit, dropping her boots and jacket off at the door. She put her bag down by her boots before sitting at the same seat she sat at earlier that night. She sighed at the question and shook her head. "Oh, where to begin. I grew up in town all my life with my brothers. I was learning how to sew and clean, as well as tend in the fields, before the plague struck."

    A small smile appeared on Gwyneth's face as she listened, a content hum leaving her. "Simple, sounds rather satisfying though." The witch had idly thought about starting a farm a while ago, but only a small garden could grow here.

    Anabel shrugged. "Yes, I suppose. Although I always preferred a different life. One less boring." It sounded rude after she stated it, though. She did have it alright, but it wasn't enough to please her.

    Gwyneth let out a small laugh at that response, a smirk forming on her face as she spoke. "Then I think you'll like it here. It's hardly a dull moment, unfortunately." She stood stretched, humming to herself as she walked into the kitchen. "Lucky for you Anabel, I'm going to keep you. Which means that you're going to be my apprentice!"

    At the last word Gwyneth said, Anabel's eyebrows shot up in surprised. "A-apprentice?" Anabel wasn't sure what plans were made for her originally, but making her an apprentice was the last thing she'd expect. "You mean I'd help you make things like the one that cured those people?"

    Gwyneth scoffed at that and rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a small sigh leaving her as she spoke. "No my dear, that is the work of an amateur. Besides, we won't be cursing or hexing anyone unless you want to." The witch had already had her fair share of curses and they weren't usually all that exciting simply because of the effort.

    Anabel's eyes widened. Gwyneth was powerful enough to do things like that and call it the work of an amateur. It was...amazing. And a little intimidating. Anabel never really thought about how good at this Gwyneth must be to be able to make a cure for a deadly plague in minutes.

    Gwyneth strode back into the living room and sat down with a small sigh, a steaming mug in her hand. She was almost glad that she had been at this all her life, it made her much better than most others. That thought brought a small smirk to her face.

    Anabel thought for a moment before asking another question, turning to face Gwyneth. "Do you do things like that all the time? Magic, I mean. Or is it only for certain occasions?"

    Gwyneth shrugged as she took a sip from her mug, a small contended sigh leaving her before she replied. "It depends. If I have a purpose like your village, then obviously I'll do it then. Other than that, I practice magic whenever I'm in the mood for it."