|The Life and Times of Marcia Overstrand
Author: Liberated Marionette PM
"She was going to talk to them, she was." The life of Marcia Overstrand, in drabbles. Inspired by the information about her on Ask Angie 5.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Marcia O. & Septimus H. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,671 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 07-20-12 - Published: 07-13-12 - id: 8316871
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A/N: Sorry about taking forever to update. I've had a rough couple of days. nyway, I'm really proud of this one for some reason. Inspired by Marcia's bio in The Magykal Papers.
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The Life and Times of Marcia Overstrand
"ENDOR!" Marcia yelled to the wall of her small room in the Ramblings. "Endor, have you heard? You MUST come here now!"
Endor, who lived in the room right next to Marcia's, exited her apartment and speedily walked next door. With a smirk, the plump woman made a slight show of politely knocking on Marcia's closed door. The two shared a thin wall, and were fond of using it to communicate.
The door whipped open. "Endor, you know you can just barge in," her friend said with a slight chuckle. "But sit down! You have to be sitting down to hear this news."
"All right, Marcia," Endor replied, taking a seat on an old chair of Marcia's. "What is it?"
"Silas Heap..." Marcia began slowly.
"Would you like me to do a drum roll, Marcia?" Endor asked with a giggle.
"Oh, do be quiet! Endor, he's resigned! Silas Heap has resigned from the ExtraOrdinary Apprenticeship!"
"WHAT?" Endor exclaimed.
"At least try to keep your voice down a bit," Marcia said. "The Heaps don't live far from here."
"Like you were trying so hard to whisper, Marcia. Truly, though? He's resigned? You're positive?"
"Yes! I just heard him talking about it to that wife of his, Sarah. Said that Alther just sent a letter releasing him from it. Apparently he wanted to spend more time with his family. Right old fool, in my opinion."
"But you know what this means, right?" Endor said. "The Apprenticeship is up for grabs again."
"Exactly why I called you over here! Can you believe it? There's such a good chance now. Of course Alther Mella could've taken on someone else after Silas graduated, but now the opening is so much sooner. He lectures Hopefuls often; he could easily be looking at us for the Apprenticeship!"
A few corridors down, Silas Heap paused outside his room in the Ramblings. His wife Sarah walked over to him, puzzled. "What is it, Silas?"
He squinted. "Not sure. I could've sworn I heard my name."