[ IP ] Afloat

Agatha figured that she had just about every single magical object in the city marked, accounted for and listed in her leger. She made certain that on Tuesdays she wouldn ’ t disturb the rose bushes while they were feeding and being pruned by their master, even though it was a pain to walk the long way around the park. On Thursdays, she always carried an umbrella due to sudden storms of frogs or rats, only occasionally rain. The ladder outside the bookstore held another dimension in it if it was leaned against the building and you walked under it. She never went swimming and played with gathered together objects on the bottom, they were usually a mermaid ’ s collection. 
 
 She ran her life quite well, if she could say so for herself. 
 
 It was most notably unpleasant however, when she found out that she had been set up on a blind date by her friends. Agatha and the guy were going to meet at the park, which was an odd location for the beginning of a date, but it wasn ’ t as if they had a solid plan. Her friends would keep an eye on things from far away to make sure it wasn ’ t going to be a creep showing up and attacking her. He specified a particular portion of the park, late in the day and she felt uncomfortable as the lights began to come on in the city. Eventually she took a seat on the only bench in the area. 
 
 So that ’ s how she ended up finding out that the bench was a magical item she had missed. As it was now, she was clinging to the armrest, her feet floating in the air as the bench rose higher and higher, the lights of the next city a distant twinkling of stars. There were even some low-lying fog and clouds below her now. 
 
 Strangely enough, the sky was getting lighter and lighter. Agatha spares a glance for her bag, wondering if she had enough courage to try and dig through it for something to help her. At least she hadn ’ t lost it when the bench had taken off from the ground. She had been so surprised that she was already sixty feet in the air before she realized what was going on, it took another forty feet before she realized that attempting to calculate a jump was a horrible idea. A broomstick was one thing, at least she controlled that. This was completely unknown. 
 
 The dark hues of the sky turn bluer and bluer and she finally releases the arm of the bench with one hand and starts digging into her bag. Agatha was most definitely in trouble.
