Not sure how I did with the characterization. Granny has a pretty brilliant mind and it's harder to get into character with her. Ta ta.

S. White

Disclaimer: I do not own Discworld.

Broken Down

Nanny Ogg sat in her chair in the middle of her cottage, tipping a generous measure of brandy into her tea, surrounded by the plethora of pictures and knickknacks given to her by her huge horde of children and relatives. She hardly moved as a noise which began on the edge of hearing slowly got louder and louder until the scream of tortured air was directly above her, passing, and died away over the trees. With a sigh she placed her heavily decorated cup on a tiny empty space on the table and stood, leaving through the back door. She tramped into the trees following the smell of singed air and twigs.

"Hello, Esme." She said cheerfully. "Your broom broken down again?"

"Those dwarves messed it up." Granny Weatherwax complained.

Nanny Ogg struck a match on a trunk and lit her pipe. "Why didn't you avoid the tree?" She looked up.

"It should have avoided me." Came Granny's voice from somewhere in the branches followed by a disapproving sniff.

"How're ya going to get down, Esme?"

"I'll manage. You just go get the kettle on, Gytha. I wants a cup of tea."

Nanny Ogg smiled to herself but obeyed. She was halfway back to the cottage when she heard the crashing of branches and a flood of cursing from behind her. She reached the cottage and dug around for another teacup. The pot she had just made was still adequately hot and she poured some into the cup just as Granny stomped in, shedding pine needles. Nanny added three spoons of sugar to the cup as Granny thrust her broomstick angrily into a corner and dropped into a chair.

"It's nice to see you, Esme." Nanny Ogg said happily, handing Granny the tea.

"I ain't here to visit, Gytha."

"Of course, Esme."

"I don't drop by for visits."

"Right you are, Esme."

"I'm here to borrow your crystal ball."

"Not a problem, Esme."

"Are you patronizing with me, Gytha?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Esme."

"Good."

"Magrat's doing well, I hear."

"Good for her." Granny sniffed. "I ain't got time for chit chat."

"So, how are things up your way?" Nanny Ogg said, smiling across her dried apple face and pouring herself another measure of brandy. She always enjoyed it when her friend came to visit.