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Bree got up determinedly. She walked to the front of the class and picked up the necessary ingredients and laid them down on her table. She set up her cauldron. She set up the fire below her cauldron and then read the first line of the instructions. Boiling. That was do-able.
She measured out the water with shaking hands. What would her mother say if she saw her now. She'd never been allowed within a metre radius of the stove. She poured the water into the heated pewter bowl and watched as it hissed and flashed into steam as it hit the bottom. Then it stabilized and began to be heated more uniformly.
Billy-wigs? What were billy-wigs? It sounded like a nonsense word really not an insect. However, she shrugged and squished two of the long, thin stings in between her palms. They made a very satisfying crunching sound as they broke. She dusted them into the bubbling water.
Spider legs! She shivered involutarily. She had a morbid fear of spiders. The long, hairy legs of three of the horrible creatures lay before her. How didn't she notice them before? She shuddered and with shaking hands and repressed squeals hastily picked up as many as she could at a time and dumped them in the pot. About half fell to the floor in her haste but she pretended not to notice and continued reading the board while she counted down the minutes on her watch. |