S-Through the haze a man started to emerge--a really old shrively man that looks sort of like the one in that pixar short--the chess one. He looked up an smiled a shrively toothless smile. " 'ow can I 'elp you you lasses?" he asked in a whistle-y voice. "Um... well you see" began Betsy, "someone died."
B-"Well now," wheezed the old man, "why are you comin' to me? Or was is one of me concoctions that did the poor soul in?" "We were just making inquires to whether you had the potion in your stocks," said Sarah, "the Deadly Nightgrip Liquid." "Oh! Was is now! Well that's very strange indeed, I do keep a small stock of that. Let me go get it." And with that the old man shuffled off into the backroom and came back a short time later with a small half empty vile of a purplish liquid. The girls were almost positive that is was the DNL but to be sure the needed a small button mushroom and a blade of crabgrass picked on a night when the moon does not shine.
S-Luckily Betsy brought that for her lunch that day. She would go hungry, but it was in the name of justice, so she didn't mind too much. As soon as the drop of DNL touched the mushroom Sarah nudged the tip of the crabgrass into the liquid. A flash of tangerine and a faint aroma of wildflowers filled the air. "Thats DNL alright." The girls stayed around and chatted with the old man because he had such charming stories about his adventurous youthful years in the wilds of Scotland surviving only on honey and locust.
B-The girls left the apothecary in good spirits. As they moseyed on down the road figuring out what their next move was going to be they ran into a certain sultry someone. Betsy tried to play her part by flirting but he was just so brooding that she didn't know what to say! He wasn't giving her much to go off of so she gave up... Sarah on the other hand wasn't awkward at all. So she exchanged civilities while Betsy tried not to meet Sultry Scot's eyes.
S-Sarah soon became impatient with the Scot's brooding ways and abruptly announced that she was late for a previous engagement and left Betsy and the Sultry Scot in hopes that a little alone time would force a confession or something. Don't worry. Poppy was there to chaperone. A few miles down the road Sarah was waltzing along gazing wistfully at the sky when she bumped into something. She was knocked to the ground and hazily gazed up at her attacker. It was a dashing nobleman who was offering her his hand. She gazed at him a moment longer and then got up herself ignoring his hand. "My apologies Miss...?" "You should be sorry, bumping into young girls like that," said Sarah, avoiding the question, "You should pay more attention next time." "Well," he replied "I am Simon Khan and its a pleasure to meet you too."
B-Now that Sarah had gotten up and brushed off her rump she got a better look at Mr. Simon Khan and saw that he was very very attractive. Even more so than Sultry Scot who got rather boring after a while. Well, after about 10 seconds. Sarah was pleased that Betsy was stuck with him, Betsy always got the short end of the stick which Sarah was fine with (I cry on the inside as I write this Sarah dearest). "Who are you in this little town?" queried Sarah. "I am the Duke of the surrounding land." "Oh really? That sounds terribly important. Where do you live?" "Oh just on the top of the highest hill in the lovely manor house." "Who lives there with you? Surely you don't live all alone!" remarked Sarah because she had seen the house on the top of the highest hill and it was far to big for just one person. "Oh my mother and father my two sister's and my lovely, sweet grand-mama." "That sounds quite nice." And they continued on in this manner while walking pleasantly down the street. Meanwhile, poor Betsy is stuck with Mr. Scott and it's getting a little awkward. Even Poppy's presence can't tone down the passion he has for Betsy. He's getting uncomfortably close and Betsy has tried all she know's how to get him to back off without physically hurting him. Her patience is wearing thin!
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