That little brush of hair from in front of his face made the young witch wonder what it would look like trimmed neatly. Benedict always wore his hair in a fashion that seemed a little unruly to her. Not even the return home during summer had resolved the look, one that made Millie curious about his mother's involvement. She had never met the woman, always his father and only in the pet store.
For the moment, Millie was grateful that neither were present now. Mrs. Moore had accomplished the impossible task of disappearing inside the small shop somehow, leaving her somehow alone with the boy. The thought was furthest from her mind, and hands furthest from her necklace as well. It was strangely freeing, and Millie felt a strange sense of warmth at the idea that curled the edges of her lips. "As long as I won't have to read a book to find out."
She could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth. They felt far too bold to be hers, particularly in the presence of Mr. Hunter, but the young witch could hardly take them back now. She let out a breath, resisting the urge to touch the necklace at her throat, and began to explain. "At the castle, he's quite the,[/b]" Millie searched for the right term, before coming across it by the thought of books once more, "...voracious explorer. But at home, he's gone all stilly."
Stilly?!
"I meant to say still-silly." Millie was annoyed at herself, and her fingers found the silver chain at last. Her cheeks felt too warm again until she took a breath. She couldn't understand how Benedict could stand it in this shop, it was unseasonably warm. That must have been why his sleeves were all rolled up, she supposed, wishing desperately that feminine modesty would allow her the same kind of freedom. "He stays in my room most of the time and won't generally roam the house or go outside at all. In fact, he spends most of his time basking in sunbeams like he was born a bit tired, don't you think that quite odd?"
For the moment, Millie was grateful that neither were present now. Mrs. Moore had accomplished the impossible task of disappearing inside the small shop somehow, leaving her somehow alone with the boy. The thought was furthest from her mind, and hands furthest from her necklace as well. It was strangely freeing, and Millie felt a strange sense of warmth at the idea that curled the edges of her lips. "As long as I won't have to read a book to find out."
She could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth. They felt far too bold to be hers, particularly in the presence of Mr. Hunter, but the young witch could hardly take them back now. She let out a breath, resisting the urge to touch the necklace at her throat, and began to explain. "At the castle, he's quite the,[/b]" Millie searched for the right term, before coming across it by the thought of books once more, "...voracious explorer. But at home, he's gone all stilly."
Stilly?!
"I meant to say still-silly." Millie was annoyed at herself, and her fingers found the silver chain at last. Her cheeks felt too warm again until she took a breath. She couldn't understand how Benedict could stand it in this shop, it was unseasonably warm. That must have been why his sleeves were all rolled up, she supposed, wishing desperately that feminine modesty would allow her the same kind of freedom. "He stays in my room most of the time and won't generally roam the house or go outside at all. In fact, he spends most of his time basking in sunbeams like he was born a bit tired, don't you think that quite odd?"
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