Isabella Marie Swan ± (
impetuous_force) wrote2013-05-25 07:41 pm
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and a wolf will move among the lambs
It's that afternoon after school when Bella next visits the Witchnook. (She already made another nighttime visit to pick up her powder, and it's safely stashed under the false bottom in the box full of notebooks under her bed.) This time she just needs beetle wings and a reasonably clear chunk of quartz. Her books and the goldvine bramble she ordered aren't in yet.
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She relaxes, obviously, massively, when the magic goes through her, and then she caps the rest of her mint oil, puts it in her bag, and turns around and holds up the oiled lens in front of one of her eyes.
"Something to say?" she murmurs.
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"Spell lasts half an hour."
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She stands there, still holding the lens, staring at him.
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"Lie to me, I want to test this thing."
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