There you go! This character is from A Witch's Familiar
âOh dear, okay Babette, relax. Deep breaths. Yes. You can do this. Now, for the love of snakes, THINK!â Babette was starting to panic, which is never a good thing to do. Especially in this sort of situations. She hadnât been a witch for long enough to have the good reflexes yet, 30 years werenât enough to overcome her natural anxiety. She was almost forgetting she had powers at all!
âWait⌠Old manor, unkempt, eerie loud musicâŚâ her thoughts were interrupted by the Butcher jumping over the unconscious body of a lady who had the brilliant idea to faint in terror merely a minute ago. Babette threw the contents of her glass on the floor, right under the killerâs feet. He slipped, which was of course the expected result, and landed on his machete-holding arm, which was a very much welcomed bonus. It wasnât enough to completely stop that madman, but it would give her enough time to retreat.
Babette barely had time to take a few steps in a random direction before she was hit on the midsection by a nicely thrown pumpkin, effectively cutting her breath for a few seconds. That seemed to settle her panicked mind a bit, just enough to properly examine what had hit her. It was the hostâs head. Bloodied, still lit from the inside, a creepy smile forever carved under terrifying empty eyes, the head spoke. âBooh!â
This did not quite have the effect it should have. Instead of screaming and dropping the crazed pumpkin, Babette threw it away in the general direction of the staircase, on which the rest of that definitely spooky hostâs body stood. Almost lucky throw: it missed the body but hit the wall, making an almost loud âcrackâ, damaging both the head and wall. Meanwhile, the Butcher had regained his composure and was hacking and slashing his way towards that rude woman who had dared ridicule him. He was not happy, and he was getting hungry.
âOh no you donât! I have my final exams in a few, and I really want to get my broomstick! And my Familiar! Youâre NOT taking that away from me!â Babetteâs fear was making her angry. She had worked so hard for that exam, and she wasnât about to let something as petty as imminent death ruin all her efforts! She dodged, kicked, twirled, put her hand in her pocket and finally found what she was hoping for. Her star-shaped talismans, magic condensers, currently her most powerful tools. She wouldnât have time for a big spell butâŚ
The Butcher was almost on her when she turned around. Facing him, she raised her talismans and chanted a simple blinding spell. With the help of her stars, the damage would be permanent. The madman raised his hands to try and protect his eyes but it was too late. Babette took advantage of his struggling and gave him a kick in the knees, trying to break his legs. It didnât work, but he did lose his balance and slipped on all the blood, alcohol and sweat that littered the floor. Unable to get back up, his eyes useless, his arm and legs hurting, he growled but knew that was not getting him anywhere. Babette had won this fight. Next, she turned to the pumpkin man who was still on the staircase, his head under an arm, eyes wide and obviously thinking hard.
âAnyone still alive?â there were a couple of survivors still, miraculously unharmed. Babette had to act fast if she wanted a chance to save them. She rushed to the staircase, thinking hard. What could she⌠âOf course! The roof! Itâs next to collapsing anyways, shouldnât be too hardâŚâ As soon as she was within reach, she shot the pumpkin head with all her might, aiming for what looked like a weak spot in the roof. A bit off course, but it hit and did some damage. Not quite enough, though. Babette was starting to get desperate, especially since the hostâs body was still moving and trying to kill her.
In frustration, she hit the wall behind her, trying to think, unable to gather her wits for more than a split-second because of the rising panic. The whole manor shook from the violence of her anger, and the already-weakened roof finally collapsed. To make it even better, parts of it fell straight on the wriggling body, effectively crushing it. She had somehow managed to defeat both of her enemies, and the survivors had been smart enough to crawl under a table as soon as she had hit the wall. They were both still alive, and all three of them could now make their way towards the wide-open hole upstairs, shocked and grateful to see the moon still shining.