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Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Length: 400
Rating: Gen
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fallintofallfestival prompt: Any Fandom|Any Characters or Pairing|Spell Gone Wrong; from my Boo, Jeeves! 'verse where Jeeves is a witch.
Summary: Bertie's bath gets a little too warm.
“There’s nothing like a hot bath,” I confessed aloud as I lowered the Wooster corpus into the steaming sluice. “Especially on a crisp evening such as this one. We are well into the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, or so sayeth the poet Keats.”
Jeeves had left me to my ablutions, retiring to the kitchen with a tome he’d inherited from his late Aunt Hexobah, the better to practice some of the family spells and incantations.
To be frank, there isn’t much difference between Jeeves before he was a practician of ye olde hocus pocus and now. He’s always worked in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.
So, there we were, Jeeves in the kitchen, doing magic, and I in the bath, warbling, if I remember correctly, “Autumn in New York,” and playing tugboat on the Hudson with the sponge, when I began to notice something odd.
The temperature of the water seemed to be rising.
At first, of course, I thought it was my imagination, a product of the natural persp. brought about by the rising vapours, but, no, after a spate, I confirmed my first impression.
The water was getting hotter.
At first, it troubled me not, for the pride of the Wooster enjoys a good wet sauna as much as the next fellow, and I’ve been known to spend a decent epoch in the one at the Turkish bath on Northumberland Avenue when I determine the Wooster pores are too clogged with city’s grime and an aunt’s bitter disappointment.
But as the mercury rose, the Wooster dermis began to object.
“I say!” I said. “I mean, I say!”
I must admit science was never my strong suit in the school, I generally excelled at things like summer wildflower collecting and Scripture knowledge, but this predicament of the bath definitely seemed against the laws of nature, science, and the likelihood of my internal organs remaining in a more than gelatinous state.
At last, fearing that Wooster stew might be on the menu, I leapt from the bath and went scurrying in the direction help, that is to say, Jeeves.
“Jeeves! The bath! It’s boiling!”
I burst into the kitchen wearing only a swaddling of terrycloth just as Jeeves was doing a most extraordinary thing.
He was smacking his size-10-bowler head.
“My pronunciation, sir, is not what it should be. Your bath is on, but the kettle isn’t.”
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Length: 400
Rating: Gen
Notes: for
fallintofallfestival prompt: Any Fandom|Any Characters or Pairing|Spell Gone Wrong; from my Boo, Jeeves! 'verse where Jeeves is a witch.Summary: Bertie's bath gets a little too warm.
“There’s nothing like a hot bath,” I confessed aloud as I lowered the Wooster corpus into the steaming sluice. “Especially on a crisp evening such as this one. We are well into the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, or so sayeth the poet Keats.”
Jeeves had left me to my ablutions, retiring to the kitchen with a tome he’d inherited from his late Aunt Hexobah, the better to practice some of the family spells and incantations.
To be frank, there isn’t much difference between Jeeves before he was a practician of ye olde hocus pocus and now. He’s always worked in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.
So, there we were, Jeeves in the kitchen, doing magic, and I in the bath, warbling, if I remember correctly, “Autumn in New York,” and playing tugboat on the Hudson with the sponge, when I began to notice something odd.
The temperature of the water seemed to be rising.
At first, of course, I thought it was my imagination, a product of the natural persp. brought about by the rising vapours, but, no, after a spate, I confirmed my first impression.
The water was getting hotter.
At first, it troubled me not, for the pride of the Wooster enjoys a good wet sauna as much as the next fellow, and I’ve been known to spend a decent epoch in the one at the Turkish bath on Northumberland Avenue when I determine the Wooster pores are too clogged with city’s grime and an aunt’s bitter disappointment.
But as the mercury rose, the Wooster dermis began to object.
“I say!” I said. “I mean, I say!”
I must admit science was never my strong suit in the school, I generally excelled at things like summer wildflower collecting and Scripture knowledge, but this predicament of the bath definitely seemed against the laws of nature, science, and the likelihood of my internal organs remaining in a more than gelatinous state.
At last, fearing that Wooster stew might be on the menu, I leapt from the bath and went scurrying in the direction help, that is to say, Jeeves.
“Jeeves! The bath! It’s boiling!”
I burst into the kitchen wearing only a swaddling of terrycloth just as Jeeves was doing a most extraordinary thing.
He was smacking his size-10-bowler head.
“My pronunciation, sir, is not what it should be. Your bath is on, but the kettle isn’t.”
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Date: 2021-09-24 11:59 pm (UTC)I can see it!
"“I say!” I said. “I mean, I say!”"
And hear it! :D
Good stuff!
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Date: 2021-09-25 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-09-26 05:26 pm (UTC)This made me laugh out loud! Love it!
There's a Boo Jeeves series? I've probably read bits and bobs of it. If you could tag the series boo jeeves I would be all over it like stink on cheese.
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Date: 2021-09-26 06:53 pm (UTC)No, no series. Every so often a prompt suggests Witch!Jeeves.
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Date: 2021-09-27 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-09-27 03:14 pm (UTC)