Vanessa Mirror & the Seven Dwarfs
Vanessa hung on the wall in the Evil Queen’s castle. She was bored of her day-to-day life and found comfort in only one thing. Looking into herself and watching the goings-on within the kingdom, and today was no different. Being careful not to have her mistress hear, Vanessa chanted quietly,
"Mirror Mirror, I am she,
Who in the world can I see?
I am bored, who can I spy?
Take me there, through my glass eye."
“Ah… Ah… Ah…”, she stopped suddenly with no sneeze seeming to follow. Until ten seconds later, a tiny and rather dainty ‘sneeze’ came.
“Bless you,” Wolfie addressed the noise Sneezy had just made. She climbed the ladder to the row of seven beds on the mezzanine floor.
“It was a cough,” Cali sighed defeatedly.
“It was cute,” she yawned and stretched her arms out, then fell backwards onto the closest bed. Seconds later, a gentle wolf purr was heard.
“Heyy!”, Buttercup exclaimed, bounding over to the ladder. “That’s my bed.”
El rested her open book on her bare chest. “Okay, I’m warning you, Grumpy, I’m literally on my bed naked.”
Frozen mid-step on the ladder, Buttercup grumbled and climbed back down. “Whyyyy? Would you at least tell Sleepy to get off my bed!”
“Sure. When she wakes up I will.” El shrugged, despite no one awake seeing it, and went back to reading.
Buttercup stomped past Cali who was coughing in the kitchen and grumbled past three other dwarves in the lounge. One of them, Kristi, yelled out as she past, “Oh, My God! Me so happy today. Why can’t you ever be happy, Grumpy?”
Buttercup stopped stomping suddenly and looked Kristi straight in the eye. “WAIT, ARE YOU OKAY?”
“Sí mi querido amiga,” she replied gleefully.
Next to Kristi came a whisper, “A better question is if you are okay?” It was from Brooke.
“NO.” Buttercup let out a loud but defeated sigh. “Why does everyone always sleep on my bed?” And she slumped toward the front door.
On Kristi’s other side was the Cute Swede. That girl’s bright and innocent eyes widen as she watched her open the door before calling out, “I do it because your mattress is far more comfy to mine.”
The front door slammed shut and Wolfie woke up with a start. “Who’s there?”
“Not Grumpy,” the Cute Swede replied, tilting her head 90 degrees for no reason and looked up at Wolfie.
The scenario this is based on is found here.
The Magic Mirror and the Dwarves
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