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Advent Fic # 12; A Lancre Hogswatch Eve
Title: A Lancre Hosgwatch Eve
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: N/A
Characters: Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Written for:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
being_of_water
Spoilers: All the witches novels
Summary: There was no right way to celebrate Hogswatch Eve. Just as long as it got celebrated.
All across the Disc, fires were being lit and bells were being rung and drinks were being drink-ed. From the tower of art in teeming Ank Morpork to the cabbage spotted plains of Sto Helit, all the way to the Hub, Hogswatch Eve had come. In the small mountain village of Lancre, most houses were quiet and dark. Save for the house of Nanny Ogg -as well as the yard, street outside and surrounding yards of the house of Nanny Ogg.
Oggs from all over the mountain regions had gathered, as well as the rest of the town. There was a roaring fire and singing and pork pies and apple scumble for all. Children ran about, yelling, showing off Hogswatch crackers and sweet pink sugar piglets.
Nanny Ogg, however, was nowhere to be seen. On the outskirts of town, in a darkened little cottage by the woods, two women were arguing.
“Gytha Ogg, I said no!”
“Put a cork in it, Esme. It’s not right, being all alone on Hogswatch Eve.” Nanny Ogg stood with her hands on her considerable hips, filling the doorway of Granny Weatherwax’s cottage like a dumpy, black-clad gargoyle.
“Better to be alone than watching you dancing on a table, showing your garters to everyone.”
“S’not a proper Hogswatch eve unless someone’s dancing on a table, showing their garters!” Nanny’s eyes twinkled and she softened her expression. “Magrat’s going to be coming by, with Verence and the little one. Be a bit like old times, eh?”
Granny only glared, stubborn and set in her ways. She knew all about the Ogg family Hogswatch eve party. All drinking and reveling and other irritatingly -ing things. And children. Sticky, bawling, greedy little children. Couldn’t take a step without kicking one of the little buggers.
“I said no.”
“You’re just being stubborn! A bit of holiday cheer would do you good!”
“There’s nothing much to be cheery about. Now leave me be and let me have a quiet night.”
“No.” Nanny Ogg moved out of the doorway and flopped down in a chair, legs stuck out and arms draped over the sides. “Meant what I said, s’not right being alone.”
“I like being alone.”
“Well I don’t like you being alone.” Nanny reached into her sagging stripped socks and pulled out a flask. “And I brought a little of my own holiday cheer, so I’m staying right here.”
“Don’t be daft, Gytha.”
“Got any biscuits?” Nanny Ogg ignored Granny, grinning and pulling on her flask.
“No.”
“Right then. I’ll just fix us up a batch, won’t take me a pinch.”
“No.”
Nanny Ogg pretended not to hear. It was very easy to pretend not to hear - she did the same thing with her daughters-in-law. Besides, she was a witch. Witches could do things other people couldn’t. Like hear what was really being said.
“Now look at this larder. You haven’t even got the fixings for proper biscuits! Least I brought some pork pies….” Nanny reached into her hat, fishing around, and pulled out a pair of slightly smooshed pork pies. “Can’t have Hogswatch without the pork pies!”
“Gytha….”
“Ere, they’re still warm.”
Nanny went back to her chair and settled in, pork pie in one hand and flask in the other. The fire was getting low, and she could hear the goats bleating softly from the other room. They were in the bedroom.
“Cold night.” Nanny had a sly tone of voice, and Granny just grunted.
“Oh, cheer up! It’s Hogswatch, no need to mope like this. Eat your pork pie.”
“Pork gives me wind.”
“I don’t think the goats’ll mind much. Won’t find an animal gassier than a goat, if you ask me.”
“Gytha!”
“Well, here.” Nanny reached up into her hat again and pulled out a shabbily wrapped package. “Happy Hogswatch. Now it‘s a proper party.”
“I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be showing off your garters. You ain‘t a gel anymore. Haven‘t been, for a long time.”
“You’re only as young as you feel.”
Granny scowled as she opened the package, mumbling under her breath. Nanny just smiled, playing the part of the dotty old woman. Came in handy, that. Not that Granny was fooled.
“Socks?”
“Knitted ‘em myself. We’re in for a cold winter.”
“What’s all these pockets for?”
“This’n’that. Can’t have enough pockets!”
“There’s a sugar pig in the toe.”
“Course there is. Hogswatch.”
“I don’t eat sweets.” The socks - grey and black striped - were set aside, sugar pig still in the toe.
“Give it here, then.” Nanny only had one remaining tooth, but it just so happened to be her sweet one.
“No.”
“Suit yourself.” Nanny offered her flask, and happily downed the rest of her holiday cheer when Granny waved it away.
“Get back to your party, Gytha.”
“No need to. They probably don’t even know I’m gone.”
“You know they will. Magrat will be asking after you.”
“Magrat’ll be too busy with the little one. Cute little bugger. Bet she’ll get lots of presents.”
“Royalty usually does.”
“Babies do. Everybody loves a tiny tot.”
“No one more than you, I’d reckon. Go back to your party.” Stubborn is as stubborn does, Nanny decided. Well, two could play at that game. Granny wasn’t so stony as she liked to pretend. She’d brought the goats in, after all. Always did, every single winter.
“I’m right where I want to be - Hogswatch is for family and friends, you know.”
“Then go be with your family.”
“I’d rather be with my friend.”
Granny eyed Nanny, dark eyes appraising the other woman. Nanny’s grin shifted her face into a whole new set of continents lined in wrinkles. Cheer was bursting out of her. She resembled a dumpy little apple, dropped in a fire.
“You’re a daft old besom, you know that Gytha Ogg?” Granny shook her head, relaxing a bit into the back of her chair. “Getting all soft in your old age.”
“Too right, Esme, too right. Happy Hogswatch.”
“Happy Hogswatch.”
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: N/A
Characters: Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Written for:
being_of_waterSpoilers: All the witches novels
Summary: There was no right way to celebrate Hogswatch Eve. Just as long as it got celebrated.
All across the Disc, fires were being lit and bells were being rung and drinks were being drink-ed. From the tower of art in teeming Ank Morpork to the cabbage spotted plains of Sto Helit, all the way to the Hub, Hogswatch Eve had come. In the small mountain village of Lancre, most houses were quiet and dark. Save for the house of Nanny Ogg -as well as the yard, street outside and surrounding yards of the house of Nanny Ogg.
Oggs from all over the mountain regions had gathered, as well as the rest of the town. There was a roaring fire and singing and pork pies and apple scumble for all. Children ran about, yelling, showing off Hogswatch crackers and sweet pink sugar piglets.
Nanny Ogg, however, was nowhere to be seen. On the outskirts of town, in a darkened little cottage by the woods, two women were arguing.
“Gytha Ogg, I said no!”
“Put a cork in it, Esme. It’s not right, being all alone on Hogswatch Eve.” Nanny Ogg stood with her hands on her considerable hips, filling the doorway of Granny Weatherwax’s cottage like a dumpy, black-clad gargoyle.
“Better to be alone than watching you dancing on a table, showing your garters to everyone.”
“S’not a proper Hogswatch eve unless someone’s dancing on a table, showing their garters!” Nanny’s eyes twinkled and she softened her expression. “Magrat’s going to be coming by, with Verence and the little one. Be a bit like old times, eh?”
Granny only glared, stubborn and set in her ways. She knew all about the Ogg family Hogswatch eve party. All drinking and reveling and other irritatingly -ing things. And children. Sticky, bawling, greedy little children. Couldn’t take a step without kicking one of the little buggers.
“I said no.”
“You’re just being stubborn! A bit of holiday cheer would do you good!”
“There’s nothing much to be cheery about. Now leave me be and let me have a quiet night.”
“No.” Nanny Ogg moved out of the doorway and flopped down in a chair, legs stuck out and arms draped over the sides. “Meant what I said, s’not right being alone.”
“I like being alone.”
“Well I don’t like you being alone.” Nanny reached into her sagging stripped socks and pulled out a flask. “And I brought a little of my own holiday cheer, so I’m staying right here.”
“Don’t be daft, Gytha.”
“Got any biscuits?” Nanny Ogg ignored Granny, grinning and pulling on her flask.
“No.”
“Right then. I’ll just fix us up a batch, won’t take me a pinch.”
“No.”
Nanny Ogg pretended not to hear. It was very easy to pretend not to hear - she did the same thing with her daughters-in-law. Besides, she was a witch. Witches could do things other people couldn’t. Like hear what was really being said.
“Now look at this larder. You haven’t even got the fixings for proper biscuits! Least I brought some pork pies….” Nanny reached into her hat, fishing around, and pulled out a pair of slightly smooshed pork pies. “Can’t have Hogswatch without the pork pies!”
“Gytha….”
“Ere, they’re still warm.”
Nanny went back to her chair and settled in, pork pie in one hand and flask in the other. The fire was getting low, and she could hear the goats bleating softly from the other room. They were in the bedroom.
“Cold night.” Nanny had a sly tone of voice, and Granny just grunted.
“Oh, cheer up! It’s Hogswatch, no need to mope like this. Eat your pork pie.”
“Pork gives me wind.”
“I don’t think the goats’ll mind much. Won’t find an animal gassier than a goat, if you ask me.”
“Gytha!”
“Well, here.” Nanny reached up into her hat again and pulled out a shabbily wrapped package. “Happy Hogswatch. Now it‘s a proper party.”
“I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be showing off your garters. You ain‘t a gel anymore. Haven‘t been, for a long time.”
“You’re only as young as you feel.”
Granny scowled as she opened the package, mumbling under her breath. Nanny just smiled, playing the part of the dotty old woman. Came in handy, that. Not that Granny was fooled.
“Socks?”
“Knitted ‘em myself. We’re in for a cold winter.”
“What’s all these pockets for?”
“This’n’that. Can’t have enough pockets!”
“There’s a sugar pig in the toe.”
“Course there is. Hogswatch.”
“I don’t eat sweets.” The socks - grey and black striped - were set aside, sugar pig still in the toe.
“Give it here, then.” Nanny only had one remaining tooth, but it just so happened to be her sweet one.
“No.”
“Suit yourself.” Nanny offered her flask, and happily downed the rest of her holiday cheer when Granny waved it away.
“Get back to your party, Gytha.”
“No need to. They probably don’t even know I’m gone.”
“You know they will. Magrat will be asking after you.”
“Magrat’ll be too busy with the little one. Cute little bugger. Bet she’ll get lots of presents.”
“Royalty usually does.”
“Babies do. Everybody loves a tiny tot.”
“No one more than you, I’d reckon. Go back to your party.” Stubborn is as stubborn does, Nanny decided. Well, two could play at that game. Granny wasn’t so stony as she liked to pretend. She’d brought the goats in, after all. Always did, every single winter.
“I’m right where I want to be - Hogswatch is for family and friends, you know.”
“Then go be with your family.”
“I’d rather be with my friend.”
Granny eyed Nanny, dark eyes appraising the other woman. Nanny’s grin shifted her face into a whole new set of continents lined in wrinkles. Cheer was bursting out of her. She resembled a dumpy little apple, dropped in a fire.
“You’re a daft old besom, you know that Gytha Ogg?” Granny shook her head, relaxing a bit into the back of her chair. “Getting all soft in your old age.”
“Too right, Esme, too right. Happy Hogswatch.”
“Happy Hogswatch.”
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