#dnshyber

Wet. Chilly. Muddy. Not one bit enchanted.

Such was the evening as Mary sat bored at a picnic table. Since the anon had turned her into a normal girl, she hadn't had much to do, since she could no longer hunt witches. At first she'd run everywhere, trying to feel a difference between her old state and this one, but eventually, she'd calmed down. It seemed that being normal didn't feel any different after all, except for a decrease in her abilities to jump and perform acrobatic maneuvers. It must have been something pre-programmed into magical girls, since her normal body seemed to have forgotten how. She'd used up one out of the three days the anon granted her, and frankly, she was starting to hope the other two would go faster than this one. Without anyone to talk to, being normal was boring.

omg, you just made my day ; u ;