Langwell
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- Posted: Mon, 27 Aug 2012 03:23:38 +0000
Double, doυвle toil and τroυвle;
spaceFire вυrn, and caldron вυввle.
Fillet of a fenny snakex x x
spacespace✖ ✖ ✖spaceIn the cauldron b-b-boil and b-b-bake;
x x xx x x x EYE OF NEWT AND TOE OF FROG,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x xWool of bat, and tongue of dog x x x↘↘x
x x x x x x x spacespacespacespace ↻ Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
x x x x x Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,— x x ★ ★ ★
- x x x x For a charm of powerful trouble,
xLike a hell-broth boil and bubble.
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- To say that Natalie was relieved that this Bobby was as embarrassed, but intrigued, by their situation was an understatement. This feeling of relief was complete when she saw his pinks tinge pink, a much lighter shade that what her own cheeks had been not three minutes before. Both of them felt the same way-- an outside force was bringing them closer, but social norms demanded that they haltingly go through the steps of acquaintanceship before completely poking and prodding the problem out into the air.
Introductions: check. He was Bobby, she was Natalie. One obstacle down, a thousand to go. He approached the next with an eagerness that surprised Natalie, but it was not with malice that she smiled; he was clearly embarrassed as he attempted to halt the words from escaping his lips a moment after uttering them, widening his eyes, and turning the color of a beet. It took him a moment to gather his strength back, during which time Natalie attempted to stifle her smile. Something about this situation was still attempting to click in the back of her mind and the longer she went without talking, the more likely she was to actually find the answer without having to consulting the mounds of books hidden away in her attic.
His attempt to cover up his eager attitudes, his rush forward, was cute. He was stumbling over words, unable to make a cohesive sentence, but she knew that she would hardly fare better. She could feel the hormones rising, the rush of adrenaline as it coursed throughout. No; talking right now would not have been a good idea. Of course, as soon as she completed that thought was when he was completing his own bumbling thoughts aloud. 'Crap.'
"I don't really do coffee, but... maybe tea? I can do tea. I rarely have anything to do after school, except perhaps sleep; I'm a bit of a night-owl, so I'm free at most of the normal hours of human existence." she shrugged, attempting to maneuver her way around the fact that she was up at what humans considered God(dess)-awful hours of the night working. "And, as for why we haven't met before--" she said, referring back to his earlier question that embarrassed him so thoroughly, "I'm a bit of the new kid. Mooney knows me because, well, let's say I'm not exactly the model student; I always seem to find the" here she made air-quotes with her fingers "'troublemakers' and make myself a reputation by association." She shrugged once again. "You've probably heard of my sister, Noelle Moore; she's Little Miss Perfect most of the time." There was a laugh, but one completely without spite. "That's why we haven't met before." she concluded with a nod. She hoped that she hadn't droned on, but just answered the question. Natalie had the horrible habit of rambling on and on when nervous and it was hope and prayer that she hadn't succeeded in doing so here.