The Vampire's Apprentice

"Well, Faust is really good," he said slowly, thinking back. "I don't know... I like happy books. Like... Small Steps was good."
 
"Hmmmm...." Kitty thought for a moment. "I don't think I've read either of those. I'll have to keep them in mind next time I go looking."
 
"Goose Girl is one of my favorite book for a while," Norville said, actually blushing a little. "I don't like most of the other books by that author, but I really like that book."
 
"You know," she shifted in her seat to better look at him, "I've seen that book before, but I never bothered to pick it up. Dunno why."
 
He shrugged. "It's not as deep as Monte Cristo. I like it, though, and the presentation of certain elements is fascinating, as is the usage of magical components."
 
"I'll have to look into it." Kitty nodded again. Her conversation fell into silence, having not much else to say.
 
Norville was content with silence, though he was not as laid back as he normally was. He looked around the room, sometimes staring at nothing, one hand twitching a little, and beads of sweat glittered on his brow. He was not exactly bouncing off the walls, but compared to his normal state of laze, this was busy.
 
Kitty examined the cover of her book, thinking about reading some more, but in the end she set it aside. "You want me to show you how to make cookies?" She asked, trying to come up with a distraction for him.
 
"He sleeps through everything." Kitty said, standing up and stepping towards the kitchen. "You'd think he was deaf."
 
"At the beginning; with ingredients." She said.

This specific recipe wasn't hard, but it made Kitty think she might want to find another one soon, having only known to bake a singular type of cookie. Still, it was simple enough for her to teach Norville, therefore serving its purpose in the moment.

It was a little past 11 when the pair finished, and Kitty decided that it was time he went home. Not wanting to draw too many suspicious inquiries from their other neighbor, she sent him with the cookies they had made. After that, she went back to reading her book.
 
Norville had a hard time focusing on the cookies, but he finished with them and headed home. He didn't even try eat one.

Sam begged for cookies until he fell asleep at her feet.
 
One-and-a-half books later, Kitty finally looked up to note the fading daylight. That, and her water glass was still empty. With a sigh, she went to refill it, drank, and filled it again. Hopefully she would have a chance to speak with Clancy before Norville decided to come over, but one could never be too certain.
 
Clancy rose as the last of the light disappeared. He managed to dress this time, though it still was not up to his usual standard. Black sweatpants - of a nicer brand, at least - and a brown, long-sleaved shirt loose enough not to irritate still healing wounds that had not yet fully vanished. He walked out in his usual slippers, wrapping his robe around him.
 
Kitty followed the stairs down again, notepad in-hand and pencil tucked behind her ear; she had heard him moving about and went to retrieve them, just in case. The girl met him in the living room, in a particularly better mood than yesterday.
 
Clancy, for his part, looked far better. There were still shadows under his eyes, and he moved with a certain caution that had not been present before, but he had filled out, and most of the smaller injuries were nothing but faint lines. He spotted Kitty and smiled.
 
Kitty smiled in return. "You look better tonight. Are you doing OK?" If he needed them, she offered tools for writing.
 
Clancy accepted the tools but managed to croak out a few words with an odd lisp. "Yes, I am doing far better. Thank you."
 
One foot tapped against the heel of the other in nervous thought. "Norville might be over sometime tonight." Which, in hindsight, Kitty realized she could have thought it through a bit more. "Figured you would like to know that."
 
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