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It takes a moment for him to realise that the ground beneath his feet is not the hard, polished wood of a floor, but something oddly springy.

He slows, and lowers his book.

Somehow, he's not inside Nemuro Memorial Hall on a late afternoon. He's outside, wet grass underfoot and a starry sky above.

This would be strange in and of itself, were it not also for the fact that a short distance away is a greenhouse that looks exactly like the one

('I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy, being forced to last so long.')

in Ohtori.

Date: 2006-03-31 04:23 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (weedingmary)
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Through the glass, a figure of a small girl can clearly be seen, kneeling on the ground.

Her lank blonde hair hides her face; she could be any one of a dozen students. Elementary-school, most likely.

Date: 2006-03-31 04:29 am (UTC)
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Mary glances up, her face drawing into a scowl almost immediately.

"This is my garden," she informs him, slightly swollen nose lifted high in the air. "I may tend it when I please - and I do not have a dormitory."

Date: 2006-03-31 04:36 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (outsidemary)
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"I am not anybody's child," Mary says, flatly. "My parents are dead - and I live in the Manor, which is not here."

Her gaze flicks briefly to the door in the back of the greenhouse, before she returns her stare to Mikage.

"Who are you?"

Date: 2006-03-31 04:43 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (stormymary)
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"I know where I am."

Mary folds her arms defensively over her chest, clambering up to her feet in order to glare at him from her full height.

. . . which, admittedly, is not much. Also, the knees of her stockings are dirty.

"And I asked you first."

Date: 2006-03-31 04:58 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (pigtailsmary)
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"I am Mary Lennox," Mary informs him, with a haughteur that implies that this is the most important fact he will ever need to know.

"I live in the Manor, as I have said. And you are standing in front of my garden. Do not step on the pansies."

Date: 2006-03-31 05:12 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (manormary)
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Mary points a stubby finger behind him, back towards the main bar.

"That is Milliways," she tells him. "It is a bar - and these are the grounds. There are doors to it in odd places - there is one that leads where I come from in the - not very far from here."

A pause; then, chin jutting out: "But you may not go there - that is my world. Strangers are not to go there. If you wish to leave you ought to go back to your place."

Date: 2006-03-31 05:24 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (pigtailsmary)
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"It ought to."

Mary's shoulders go up in a quick shrug.

"It does not always. People are sometimes trapped here - it is part of the Magick. But if you are there is not much you can do about it in any case."

Date: 2006-03-31 05:36 am (UTC)
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"Thank you," Mary says, with dignity.

"It is all right," she adds, generously, after a moment. "I suppose it is an easy confusion to make - and it was not, after all, my garden at first. It was Anthy Himemiya's. She let me have it."

Date: 2006-03-31 05:42 am (UTC)
mistressmaryquitecontrary: (elephantsmary)
From: [personal profile] mistressmaryquitecontrary
Mary could, if she wished, tell him that Anthy Himemiya was a GIANT WEIRDO who kept BOXING KANGAROOS in her arsenal.

But her garden needs tending. And so she doesn't.

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