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A young woman in her mid twenties stepped out back of “Teen Scene” to have a smoke. Hearing rustling inside the large green garbage can, she stopped in her tracks.
“Who’s in there?” the young woman demanded, “Come out of there right now!”
More thumping around could be heard from the can, but nobody came out.
“God damn it, I hope it’s not some armed robber,” the woman muttered to herself as she slowly crept towards the can.
Out popped a ring-tailed raccoon carrying a white dress with pink polka-dots that the young woman threw away only an hour ago.
“Jesus!” the woman shouted, startled as she watched the little creature. “I thought it was just goats that’d eat anything.”
The raccoon stopped at the end of the alleyway and turned back to look at the woman as if to apologize for scaring her.
A thoughtful smile crossed her features. She flicked her cigarette aside and rushed back inside, quickly grabbing the small, brown paper bag she’d left on a small counter in the back. She hurried back outside, looking around for the creature.
Not immediately seeing it, she opened the brown paper bag, retrieving her half-eaten homemade six inch ham, cheese, and turkey sub, flattening the bag, and setting the sandwich on the ground on top of the bag, next to the trash can. She turned to step back inside.
Arric came back to the alleyway sniffing food, the dress she had just pilfered hidden away, thinking to herself, “She wasn’t half bad. Why did my parents always say humans were evil?”
The woman slowly, cautiously opened the door just enough to roll a small apple out into the alley, causing it to stop with a very light thud against the trash can, next to the abandoned sandwich. She giggled to herself. “In for a penny, Mom always said,” she added, closing the door behind her as she went back inside to return to work.
Arric stopped as soon as the apple thudded against the can, looking around to see what that was, then proceeded to the brown bag once she determined nobody was going to harm her. After sometime Arric wandered back to her little fort she had built big enough for herself in her new human form if she wanted.
Later that day Arric wandered back to the store where the human fed her. She watched the store and seen the woman get in a car, Arric knew what those where because it was what killed her parents. Deciding to follow the car home Arric stayed off to the side of the road hoping to be safe.
The car made a turn down a road that seemed to lead out of town a bit. In order for Arric to cross the road she had to make her way through the drainage pipe, getting herself all dirty and mucked up. Gah, she hated crossing under roads! She caught scent of the car and continued to follow it. Arric arrived at the woman’s house, a medium two-story with slightly aged siding and a large yard, shortly after she got out of her car and into it.
The raccoon raced across the grass and up the large stone stairs to the covered porch, scratching at the front door. Darcy opened the door cautiously, looking around as Arric raced past her feet and inside, leaving little muddy raccoon prints behind her.
"Oh God, are you the same raccoon from earlier? You smell, sweetie. I think you need a bath." Darcy grabbed her nose to plug it and cautiously reached down to pick up the raccoon. "I hope the hell you don't bite or have rabies."
Arric squirmed a little but for the most part didn’t resist or bite the nice woman. She figured what the heck, she fed her, so she couldn’t be half bad at all.
“I must be out of my mind,” she sighed, staring at the wiggly bundle of fur as she carried her upstairs. The house was quite large for a lone human to be living there, but there were no signs - or scents - of anyone else living there either. She carried Arric all the way to the back master bedroom and into a spacious bathroom decorated in soft pastel colors - rather a stark contrast to the Teen Scene decor.
“Alright, you,” she instructed as she set the creature on the white tile floor. “Just um... stay?” She giggled to herself. “I couldn’t even get my dog to stay when I was a kid. I doubt you’ll listen either.” She stood and bent down to start some warm water while she stepped into the next room to boot up her computer.
Arric stood there waiting for Darcy to return like she asked her to.
“Dawn dishwashing liquid,” she commented to herself from the next room. “Well, okay then.” She raced downstairs to retrieve the soap, and returning to the bathroom, seemed a little surprised that Arric hadn’t moved. “You’re still here? I half-expected my bed to be clawed all to hell.” She giggled, giving the creature’s ears a light scratching as she shut off the water.
Arric looked up at the woman with a cute confused look on her face, but was set to follow through with her actions to let this woman give her a bath.
“You’re waaay too tame to be a wild raccoon... I wonder what happened to your owners?” she asked, as if the raccoon could answer her, adding as she lifted her up. “This might be a little cold, but I didn’t want it to get too hot.” She carefully set the muddy, smelly Arric into the water, watching to see how she’d react, fresh bottle of Dawn dishwashing liquid in-hand.
Arric looked up at Darcy just as she grabbed the Dawn dish soap, with a frightened look in her eyes, and suddenly sitting in the bathtub was a young thirteen year old girl naked moving to the other end of the tub.
‘What the hell?!” Darcy yelped, dropping the bottle as she stumbled backwards, landing with a sound thump on her ass.
“What the hell..” Arric mimicked back to Darcy, she still didn’t know how to to speak the human language very well, and figured Darcy was the best person to learn from.
Darcy giggled as she got back to her feet again. “You scared me half to death girl. I’ve never seen a wereraccoon around here before.” She leaned on the edge of the tub with her arms folded, looking the girl in the eye as she spoke gently. “Can you understand what I’m saying?”
Arric nodded her head up and down as if to say yes to the woman.
Darcy smiled. “Good. I thought you could, but you seem a little … well … feral. No offense. My name is Darcy.”
Arric pointed at herself, “Arric.” then pointed at Darcy, “Darcy?” and giggled a little.
“So little one, how did you end up all alone? Oh, don’t worry. I’m a witch. I’m very familiar with others that are … um... sort of like you. Just never met a raccoon before.”
Arric looked at Darcy confused, then with her hand she made a car noise and made it pretend run something over. “Metal box.”
“Oh you poor thing,” Darcy gasped, immediately moving to hug the girl, ignoring that she was half-soaked from the bathwater. “And you’ve been living out of dumpsters since then? Well, we can’t have that. I’ll have to get permission to make this permanent, but I’d like...” She paused, choosing her words carefully, “for you to live here for me, if you’re okay with that.”
Arric looked right at Darcy knowing that she wanted to be family for some reason and nodded her head up and down again. “Fucking Raccoon.”
Darcy laughed as she shook her head. “It’s going to be a long week.”
Arric looked at Darcy with confusion on her face, not sure if she said something wrong or not, but finished cleaning the dirt off her and stood up. Darcy looked her over critically and frowned.
“I’m afraid anything I have is too big for you, but I have a nice t-shirt that’s too big for me too, that should suffice for a night gown while I make a run back to the store. We have some discontinued things I was just going to throw out that might work for you.”
Arric got out of the tub and started to shake off the water like any normal raccoon might, unaware of human customs of drying off with a towel. Darcy laughed, shielding herself from the worst of Arric’s watery onslaught.
“Here, let me get you a towel sweetie. Later I’ll have to teach you about this wonderful invention called shampoo, but it looks like the worst of the mud fell away when you transformed.” She held out a towel for Arric, while holding another in her hand.
Arric sniffed at Darcy, then slowly moved closer to her, “Arric good?”
Darcy giggled a little, wrapping the girl in the towel. “I know you’re used to humans mistreating you. It’s because they didn’t realize who you were. If my guess is right, you weren’t born human were you?”
Arric shook her head no, and took the towel sniffing it and trying to figure out what it was for, then scratching her head, confused.
“It’s called a ‘towel’. It’s … Well, it’s something humans use to dry ourselves off. It’s more efficient than shaking when you’re in that form. You can wrap your hair in it too, and it will keep you warmer than nothing at all, at least until I can find you something suitable.” She smiled as she turned, stepping back into the master bedroom.
Arric looked at it and sniffed it, setting one on top of her hair.
“Lets get you dressed sweetie, so we can go pick up some new clothes and stuff for you.” Darcy smiled.
Arric stared at Darcy for a moment, as she left the bathroom to get something that might fit the young girl. Rummaging through her clothes Darcy decided that the only thing she had that would fit Arric was an old dress she had been meaning to donate. It was a strap dress, long and soft rose pink, she had only wore it twice but it made her look way too young.
"Arric, sweetie, I was thinking, that name, I know your mother gave it to you, but it just doesn't fit being a human, What do you think of the name Amanda?" Darcy smiled, as she came back into the room with the dress for her new daughter.
Arric stared up at Darcy with tears in her eyes, and a confused look on her face. “Arric … can have human name?”
“Yes sweetie, you can have a real name. We will give you the name Amanda Arric Williams, that way you can at least keep the name your real mom gave you ok?” Darcy smiled.
Arric giggled excitedly as she hugged Darcy. “Thank you please!”
Darcy giggled, “We are really going to have to work on your vocabulary sweetie.” helping Amanda into her dress.
“Well doesn’t that look pretty on you.” Darcy smiled.
“Thank you?” Amanda looked and hoped she got that right.
Darcy smiled at Amanda and gave her a hug, “That’s a good girl, lets get you something for your feet so we can go shopping ok sweetie?”
Amanda nodded her head up and down and smiled that she finally got something right.
Darcy left the room again and came back in with a pair of white sandal shoes, “I don’t know if these will fit, but they will work till we can get you to my store.”
Amanda put Darcy’s sandals on her feet, she was almost swimming in them, her dainty feet a size 6 at best, where Darcy’s shoe size was a woman’s size 8.
“Big paws!” Amanda giggled.
“Don’t tease Amanda, it’s not nice.” Darcy smiled as she hugged Amanda for the millionth time since she brought her home.
Making sure she turned all the lights off, both Amanda and Darcy head out to the car. Darcy stopped and looked at Amanda who was fidgeting, “It’s ok sweetie, this one is safe I promise.”
“Darcy promise?” Amanda looked at her as Darcy nodded her head and opened the door for Amanda.
The two drove off to main street. It wasn’t too far away since Darcy had taken the family house near town, and parked across the street. “Here we go sweetie.” Darcy got out and went to the other side to open the door for Amanda.
“Thank you?” Amanda asked as she hopped out of the car and jumped a little at the sound of her shoes hitting hard pavement.
“You’re welcome sweetie, and you’re ok, that was just the sandals hitting the pavement.” Darcy smiled as she offered Amanda her hand to walk her across the street.
Amanda reached for Darcy’s hand and took it in her own as they crossed the street and entered the clothing store. “Crystal, it’s just me, Darcy.” she called out as Crystal, Darcy’s bubbly goth girl sales clerk appeared from behind some clothing racks after putting some away.
“Oh heya Dar!” Crystal called back cheerfully. “Who’s the cutie with you?”
“Crystal, this is Amanda. She’s going to be staying with me for awhile - a long while I hope.” Darcy smiled
Amanda looked down at her feet and pulled the Sandals off showing them to Crystal, “Darcy got big Paws, Amanda got small paws.”
“Shes a keeper Dar,” Crystal giggled, “She you’re cousin or something?” Crystal laughed a bit.
“Or something.” Darcy laughed as well. Amanda looked at the two confused.
“I’m here to outfit this munchkin with a new wardrobe, so don’t mind me.” Darcy smiled as she lead Amanda to the girls side of the store and started picking out cute outfits for Amanda to try on.
“You’re the boss,” Crystal called back with a giggle, returning to her work.
Getting a large arm full of clothes she lead Amanda to the changing room. “You know how to put clothes on without my help right sweetie?”
Amanda nodded her head up and down since she had been experimenting with human clothing before she met Darcy.
“Ok sweetie, try those on and what doesn’t fit you we can put back, and then we can go look for some shoes ok?” Darcy smiled as Amanda took the pile of clothes with her into the changing room.
Crystal leaned close to Darcy as she passed, “You know we have an adorable black skirt set in the Junior Miss department if she wants to go all Queen of the Junior High Goths,” she teased.
“It’s that leather one you ordered isn’t it?” Darcy giggled.
“It’s cute! But I only ordered a couple, you know, keep the parents’ groups from having a freak-out.”
Darcy laughed some more, “You know Crystal, you got to stop ordering stuff like that, because if it doesn’t sell we have to toss it at the end of the season.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I guess I’m just jealous. I would have killed for a place like this that sells stuff like that when I was a kid. Anyway, just shout if you guys need anything. I’ll be here awhile after closing.”
Darcy smiled as Amanda came out. “Alls fit,” she proudly announced.
“Good. Let’s go get you some shoes.” Darcy smiled, “Hey Crystal, can you get me the Brannock so I can get Amanda’s shoe size?”
“The what?” Crystal asked as her head popped up over a clothing rack, staring blankly back at Darcy.
“... The shoe sizer?”
“OH! That! Sure, I’ll be right there!”
Crystal smiled as she took Amanda’s foot and measured the size, “Size 6 on the nose. That everything for you guys this time?”
Amanda piped in, “See Amanda got small paws!”
Darcy helped Amanda pick out a pair of sneakers, a small heel shoe, and a cute pair of pink Skechers, “I think you can wear the sneakers home.” Darcy smiled as she pulled the tags and helped Amanda tie them properly, taking the rather decent pile of clothes and shoes to the counter to pay for everything.
Darcy put her credit card on the register. “Don’t tell me the damage, just run the card Crystal, Amanda’s going to cost me a fortune to outfit I know already.”
“Mom used to say the same thing about me,” Crystal responded, winking at Amanda.
“Oh shoot we forgot to get you some panties and some bras sweetie.” Darcy smiled, “Hold onto that stuff Crystal, I need to size Amanda for a bra and get some other stuff for her really fast.” Darcy took Amanda into the back and took her chest measurements.
“Looks like you won’t have to worry about too much of a bra yet sweetie, you’re getting some growth there, but you’re still on a small A.” Darcy smiled.
Amanda tugged at the front of her dress, peering inside. “No see ‘a’?” she asked, confused at the lack of the letter Darcy told her should be there.
“Silly girl, there is no A on your chest sweetie, It’s the size of your breasts.” Darcy giggled.
“Ohh,” Amanda answered, slightly less confused now. “Darcy A too?”
“No Darcy has B cups sweetie.” Darcy kissed Amanda on the forehead.
Crystal yelled back , “And I’m a D”
Amanda tilted her head. “A is better, or D?” she asked innocently.
“None are better than any other sweetie, the size you are is perfect for you, and don’t ever let anyone else tell you otherwise ok?” Darcy grinned as she lead Amanda out from the backroom to pick out some bras to fit her and some panties. Crystal just leaned on the register, covering her mouth to fight the giggle as she watched the pair pass. Darcy shot Crystal a look as they walked out into the store.
Darcy finished paying for everything and smiled carrying the bags of clothes out to the car with Amanda following behind. Amanda sniffed the air and glanced about, but got into the car, not saying anything.
Amanda spent the ride home dividing her time between looking at her human face in the mirror attached to the passenger-side sun visor, and sticking her hand out the window, and giggling at how the wind would blow it this way and that.
Darcy smiled as she looked briefly over at Amanda, “That’s not safe sweetie put your arm in the car.”
Amanda quickly pulled her hand back in, just in time as a mailbox that someone had put too close to the road whizzed by. “Meep!” she half-squealed, half-chittered, guarding her hand. “Scary,” she whispered, looking up at Darcy.
“See sweetie, it’s dangerous.” Darcy pulled into their driveway and parked the car, going to the other side to help Amanda out and get all the clothes to take to her new room. Amanda followed behind her, but stopped at the door. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air again, quietly walking inside and shutting the door behind her.
“Crystal witch too?” she suddenly blurted out of the blue as she followed Darcy to the new room. Her eyes widened somewhat at seeing the whirlwind of pink. Pink walls, pink bedding, pink furniture, all in a shade close to the pink in the dress she had made off with just yesterday. “Pretty,” she whispered.
“No sweetie Crystal is a norm, but she’s a wiccan.” Darcy smiled.
Amanda looked over at Darcy with a blank look on her face, “Norm?”
Darcy giggled a little and then smiled a bit, “A Norm is a normal person, who has no magic like me , who isn’t a vampire or a ware like you sweetie.” she paused for a second as if to think of how to explain something to Amanda, “Sweetie, you aren’t supposed to tell anyone that witches, vampires or even ware’s like you exist ok?”
“Why?” Amanda asked with an innocence that almost seemed as much reflected in her curious smile as her wide-eyed gaze.
Darcy smiled at her, “Because sweetie, there are bad people who would want to hurt you if they found out about you or us ok?”
“Oh. No tell bad people!” Amanda answered, as if agreeing, and nodded to emphasize the point.
“That is part of it sweetie, you can’t tell anyone, not just bad people ok?” Darcy smiled as she ran two fingers through Amanda’s hair, “Lets go make something to eat, Mom will be here tonight.”
Amanda’s eyes widened even further. “Darcy Mom not...” she struggled to find the right words, then made the same hand motion she used to describe what happened to her own family, looking inquisitively up at Darcy.
Darcy smiled at Amanda, “They were your family sweetie, but my family is now your family because you don’t have any anymore ok?”
Amanda shook her head. “No, Darcy family is …moving? is ok? No seen,” she tried to explain.
Darcy pulled Amanda into a hug, “My family is okay sweetie, they are like me, and they will love you just as much as I do.”
“Yay!” Amanda giggled happily.
Amanda started to follow Darcy into the kitchen, but something caught her eye. A big, shiny box inside an even larger wooden box sat in the far corner. Several other, small rectangular boxes sat above it. She could almost see her reflection in the black surface of the large box, like a muddy puddle that had been set upright and frozen in ice. She tapped at the surface lightly. It wasn’t cold to the touch.
“Not ice...” she mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth in front of the strange collection of boxes for a second or two, sniffing the air around them. “Not food.”
She backed up a little and sat down on the nearby coffee table. Something small and rectangular poked her backside, and the rectangular box screamed to life. Tiny people ran frantically around inside the little box, and she shrieked. Moments later, a small raccoon fled the scene as fast as her little legs could carry her, knocking over no less than a lamp, the coffee table, and an end table in the adjoining hall that had, moments before, held a fine vase and flowers.
By now Darcy had come running - entirely too late - to see what all the screaming had been about. She followed the trail of carnage into the hallway, up the stairs, and into the master bathroom where a pile of towels in the far corner seemed conspicuously nervous.
“Amanda?” she called, but gently. The pile of clothing and towels jumped.
“Honey what happened?” she asked as gently, as she peeled back the first towel, a pair of underwear, and a t-shirt to find the nervous little ball of fur staring up at her. “There you are.” She smiled down at her, lightly stroking her fur. Amanda relaxed somewhat and nuzzled Darcy’s hand before taking her human form again.
“Scary box!” she announced, causing Darcy to stare blankly at her for just a moment.
“You .. You didn’t go into the basement did you?” she asked carefully. Amanda shook her head.
“No. Black box in first room. Inside bigger wood box.”
Darcy tilted her head in thought for a moment or two, mulling Amanda’s explanation over in her mind. “Was this a loud box?”
“Yes! Very very! Like ice, but not cold. Like window! Scaaaary!”
Darcy giggled softly. “Oh, the television!”
“Tele... who?” Amanda tried to mimic Darcy’s words.
“Television. It’s … You know what a picture is?” she asked. Amanda nodded vigorously. “Well, a television is … a device that displays moving pictures.”
“Not real?”
“Well, it’s complicated. The short answer is, not harmful. It’s for entertainment - for fun.”
“Oh!” Amanda answered excitedly, but then she frowned. “Darcy? Sorry about mess.”
Darcy giggled as she kissed Amanda’s forehead and hugged her. “It’s okay sweetie. You were just scared. You didn’t do it on purpose.”
Amanda smiled, “So ok?” as she hugged Darcy.
Darcy smiled at Amanda and nodded as she got up, “Lets go clean up and get dinner started for Mom ok sweetie?” reaching for Amanda’s hand.
“Ok Momma,” Amanda answered sweetly.
Darcy looked at Amanda and a tear flowed down her cheek, “Thank you sweetie.”
“Momma sad?” Amanda asked thoughtfully as she squeezed Darcy’s hand and smiled up at her.
“No I'm not sad sweetie, I'm happy.” Darcy smiled as the two of them started to pick up Amanda’s mess in the living room and hallway.
Amanda tilted her head and smiled. “I..’m happy too,” she answered thoughtfully and then scurried to catch up.
Both girls laughed as they picked up the stuff Amanda knocked over, then went to the kitchen to get a dinner ready for Darcy’s mom to Visit.
Sometime later a car pulled into the driveway and an older woman entered the house, “Darcy I’m home sweetie, and the food smells wonderful.”
“Hi Mom,” Darcy called from the kitchen. Amanda practically bounced into the living room and threw her arms around the woman.
“Hi Darcy’s Mom!” she bubbled happily.
Donna, taken by surprise for a second smiled and hugged the young girl back, “Well hello there. Amanda right? You can call me Grandma.”
“Grandma!” Amanda echoed excitedly. “Momma made yummy dinner, and I helped!” she bubbled happily.
Donna smiled as she held the young girl and walked to the kitchen. “So this is the raccoon you were talking about Darcy sweetie?”
Darcy’s wry smile betrayed her even before she spoke, but she nodded, setting aside her spatula. The kitchen seemed to almost be permeated with the various pungent scents from her cooking.
“Yes, this is Amanda,” she answered. “She’s a bit of a handful, but she’s learning so fast,” she added with a giggle. “I just couldn’t turn her away.”
Donna eyed her new granddaughter up and down as she talked to Darcy, “I can see that, She’s a sweetie as far as I can tell and is learning her manners unlike a certain child I knew.”
“Oh, that was just an awkward phase; she grew out of it eventually,” Darcy teased and grinned just a little. “She thinks this is a bad idea, taking Amanda in like this, but the poor thing is an orphan. It’s not like there are a lot of options for her - especially being a more unusual were-kind.”
Donna smiled, “Child I know you have grown up; I’m not here to condone you for taking in a stray. I just wanted to meet her, that’s all.”
Darcy smiled and pulled both Donna and Amanda into a hug. The girl squealed a little and nuzzled happily between the two. “Thanks Mom. I know this is the right thing - for both of us.”
“I can see she loves you Darcy, I approve of your adoption, but she's got to meet your sister first.” Donna continued to smile.
The three of them sat down at the table to eat dinner, Amanda remembering the eating manners that Darcy was showing her earlier in the day sat and ate like a perfect angel, “Momma, I’m done.” She smiled over at Darcy as she finished her food.
Donna smiled at Darcy and commented “She sure doesn’t eat much for a wild raccoon sweetie.”
Amanda looked over at her new Grandmother, “Nanna I watch my girl figure!” and giggled.
Donna smile got brighter at being called Nanna. She always hoped to have grandchildren, knowing that Melissa would probably be the first to have children, but this was totally unexpected. But she welcomed it anyway. “Amanda, you are so well mannered sweetie. Why don’t you go take a bath and get ready for bed so me and your momma can talk ok?”
Amanda nodded and ran off upstairs to take a bath; she loved to take bubble baths.
Darcy and Donna walked into the kitchen, and Darcy went over to the fridge as her phone rang. “Hello Williams residence?” she answered with a smirk knowing full well it was her sister on the other end of the line.
Upstairs, Amanda finished with her bath, put on her nightie, and snuck downstairs to get a glass of milk. She stopped outside the kitchen as she heard her Momma talking on the phone.
“What the hell are you thinking Darcy Ann Williams?” a shout over the phone could be heard.
“What hell?” Amanda echoed, hiding behind Darcy from the scary, noisy box in her hand.
“Melissa whatever do you mean?” Darcy replied as she held Amanda gently.
“A were?! You aren’t serious are you!?” Melissa yelled into the phone, “What kind of hair brained
idea are you working on Darcy, you can’t even take care of yourself let alone a ware!”
Darcy sighed, “Melissa you have to meet her before you pass judgement. She needs a family, and I know I can do this. It’s not like when I was 10 with your stupid dolls. I learned a lot when I left Ravencrest.”
“But Darcy, this were you want to adopt is still a child, and you were never good with children.” Melissa complained.
Darcy lowered her voice somewhat, “She’s all alone, Melissa. Her family was killed, and she’s, as nearly as I can tell, been living out of garbage cans like a common raccoon until I found her. I can’t just turn her back to the streets. She needs me.”
Melissa sighed into the phone, “I’ll talk to you at dinner this weekend, after I meet this new girl to the family.” she hung up the phone.
Darcy looked over at Amanda and smiled, “You will love your Auntie Melissa I’m sure. Let’s go finish getting ready for bed sweetie.” She changed the subject, giving her a glass of milk to finish before taking her upstairs to tuck her in for the night.
Before going to sleep Amanda looked at her mom and asked, “Is Nanna a witch too?”
Darcy left it for Amanda to figure out as she turned the lights off and closed the door.
The Next morning Amanda woke to two voices at the base of the stairway talking not too loud but loud enough to wake her up, she came prancing down the stairs and stopped in front of Darcy, “Momma mad?”
Darcy looked at Amanda and shook her head, “No sweetie I’m not mad, this is your Auntie Melissa. She’s come over to meet you.”
Amanda stared up at Melissa for only a moment before throwing her arms around her and grinning. “Hi Auntie Melissa!” she announced cheerfully.
Melissa, unable to stay mad at her sister about Amanda sighed and hugged her back. “Well hello to you too sweetie.”
Amanda turned to Darcy, standing up on her tiptoes to cup her hands over her ear, whispering, “Melissa a witch too?”
“More than you know,” said Darcy with a sneer trying to keep a straight face.
Melissa shot her a cross look, “I heard that Darcy Ann Williams.”
Amanda just giggled, “Darcy Ann Williams!” she repeated her Aunt Melissa.
Darcy looking a bit upset with her calling her that, “Ok young lady, march upstairs and get ready for the day, or I’ll have to spank you.” still trying to hold a straight face.
“EEP!” Amanda exclaimed, hiding behind Melissa. “I sorry,” she added, sprinting upstairs.
Darcy and Melissa moved to the kitchen to grab something to drink then moved outside to the patio, as Amanda was upstairs trying to find a cute outfit to wear for the day after she took a quick shower when she heard a slight knock on the door, running downstairs completely naked she answered the door, “Hi I’m all wet,” she said happily to the girl on the other side of the door.
Darcy looked into the house and saw Amanda naked in front of the open door. She gasped rather loudly, “Amanda!” and came after her with a towel pulling her away from the door.
“I’m sorry about that.” Darcy apologized as she pushed Amanda into the downstairs bathroom and closed the door.
“You’re Kelly right? I’m Darcy, Melissa’s sister. Welcome to Casa de Williams.” waving her hands about in a grand gesture like fashion.
“Thanks,” Kelly replied blushing slightly.
Darcy didn’t say anything about Kelly’s blush, instead replying, “Mel should be around here somewhere. You want me to get her for you?”
Kelly unable to say anything because of her embarrassment just nodded her head.
“MEL!” Darcy shouted up the stairs causing Kelly to jump a bit.
A moment or two later Melissa came in from the kitchen area which led outside to the yard where not long ago Darcy and her were talking.
Melissa looking at Darcy, “Darcy?” to get her to look at her.
Darcy looked right at Kelly, “See, I got her.” then turned to the hallway, “Well I gotta get back to my...ummm...well I’m busy.” then suddenly she was off down the hallway gone before anyone noticed.
Darcy looked at Amanda and sighed, “Sweetie, you really can’t be answering the door naked; what will everyone say about me if you keep doing that?” kissing her softly on the forehead.
Amanda looked Darcy in the eyes and started to cry, “I’m sorry momma.”
“Oh, sweetie, don’t cry,” Darcy cooed, pulling Amanda into a hug. “It’s just that the human world puts a... How can I put this. It’s not respectable to run around without clothing unless you’re taking a bath.”
Amanda looked at Darcy her eyes puffy and full of tears, “But I take bath before answering door.”
Darcy nodded, “That's good sweetie, but I meant you are only supposed to be naked in the shower or bathtub, not in public.”
Amanda smiled and nodded, “Ok mamma I get it, no naked outside.”
“Good girl. If you really want to feel half-naked, that’s what swimsuits are for,” she grinned, kissing Amanda’s forehead.
“Can I go play now?” Amanda smiled still wrapped in a towel and not dressed, the clothes she was getting out of her closet in her room were still strewn all over.
“Let’s get you dressed then you can go play, okay?” Darcy answered gently.
Amanda smiled, “Ok”, as Darcy took Amanda out of the bathroom up to her room, to help her get dressed.
As Darcy led Amanda to her room, the girl looked thoughtfully at Darcy. “Is new girl a witch?” she asked, unable to remember if Kelly’s name had come up in the commotion at the door.
Darcy kissed Amanda on the forehead again, “Sweetie, you can’t be asking that every time you meet someone, It can get good people in trouble.”
Amanda frowned, nodding. “Sorry,” she answered quietly.
Darcy smiled as she picked up the pink Princess shirt and the ruffled pink skirt that Amanda threw on the ground earlier and handed it to her, “Now lets get you some panties to go with it.” going to the dresser and pulling out a pair for Amanda giving them to her.
Amanda quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs again, and like a flash she sprang out the front door, before Darcy could even reach the top of the stairs. Amanda stood on the front steps of the house and smiled and looked around jumping off the only two steps in the front she giggled. Stopping after a few steps, she lifted her head and sniffed the air.