Recall this when she describes wanting to put slugs enchanted with lightning into people.
"Nonsense. Goodness has very little to do with it, Mr. Ellis," she informs him in no uncertain terms, pinching the back of his hand at her shoulder. "Now stop that. Your face is intolerably scratchy."
Maybe the lightening slugs are part of the charm. It's hard to say. Regardless, he doesn't contradict her. He's laughing quietly as he straightens up, lifts his satchel.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he promises. "Be careful with Richard's snake."
"Please. The two of us are quite good friends now, isn't that right?" This is addressed to the snake, who blinks back with its beady black eye and tastes the air with its dark tongue.
And that is that. For some time after, all traded notes and books and flowers and favors are incidental.
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"Nonsense. Goodness has very little to do with it, Mr. Ellis," she informs him in no uncertain terms, pinching the back of his hand at her shoulder. "Now stop that. Your face is intolerably scratchy."
sticks bow on this
"I'll see you tomorrow," he promises. "Be careful with Richard's snake."
sticks second bow on top of first bow
And that is that. For some time after, all traded notes and books and flowers and favors are incidental.