 Post 2 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Five minutes.
Four minutes.
Three minutes.
Two minutes.
One minute.
Rachel kept her eyes fixed like a watchful eagle on her pink wrist watch as the five minutes elapsed. She already had her small hands filled with exactly fifteen leaves from the two Belladonna sprigs which she had taken her time to pull apart. Immediately after the proper minutes ticked by, she dropped the leaves into her cauldron of water.
The girl took this opportunity to cast another look at Esme and then at Haddie and her work. She was looking out for her two friends during this class. |