Hello everyone,
I have a very limited amount of time, so I won't be feedbacking to feedback right now. Suffice it to say, I'm pleased at punch for my nomination for The Apothecary. Makes me want to work on it some more. I'm thinking that I'll resurrect it when I'm done writing the second draft of Mistletoe, so stay tuned!
Here's another part of the previous snippet!
Willow deliberately waited at least three minutes after the bell rang before even starting to make her way to the dining room. It had been pointed out to her earlier as she wheeled herself behind Mr. Giles when he showed her to her room. There was a light murmuring coming from that direction as Willow wheeled herself down the hallway.
To her dismay, she found everyone seated when she arrived. Mr. Giles was at the head of the table, and a summery woman with a tawny mane of hair was at the foot. Facing her along the far edge of the table were two boys and Miss Rainbow Horsebreath, and only one person was sitting in a chair on the near side of the table, next to the cavernous space that was obviously meant for Willow's wheelchair.
Giles stood up as she wheeled in, and mostly everyone turned to look at him instead of staring at her. One of the boys winked at her. "I'd like you all to welcome Willow Rosenberg," Giles said. You all remembered how it felt to be new here, so please help her feel at home."
The two boys had obviously been through this bland initiation before, for as soon as Giles sat down, they began introducing themselves.
At least they didn't stand up at attention, like the little soldiers they were.
"Hi, my name is Xander," the tousle-headed gangly-looking one said. "Xander Harris, sixteen years old, and I like reading comic books, watching kung fu movies, and drinking root beer until I can belch the entire alphabet."
Ew. Willow would have frowned in sheer horror at the thought of everyone introducing themselves in a like manner if she thought it would do any good. Did these people put some sort of happy drug in all the food?
"Hey, my name is Jesse McNally," the next boy said. "I'm seventeen, I like watching movies, beating Xander at belching contests, and I like to do impersonations. Check this out." He tried to straighten his face, pulled down an imaginary mustache, and then he said, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."
Willow didn't laugh, and her stony expression killed what little laughter there was. She hoped it was mere coincidence that he had quoted Rhett from "Gone with the Wind", because if there was a secret knot-hole that revealed her bedroom, to be used for a panting voyeur, Willow would throttle him and make it look like a root beer accident.
The girl who would be her room-mate was smiling, though her smile faded as Willow stared at her dinnerplate. "I'm, uh, Tara Maclay," she said, rather slowly. "I'm also sixteen. I like horses and Ingrid Bergman movies and chocolate."
"Is there going to be a pop quiz about all this?" Willow suddenly asked, looking at her. Tara turned bright red and looked down at her plate.
"So she speaks," the girl sitting next to her said. "In English, no less. I am sixteen year old Buffy Summers, IQ 280." Jesse and Xander began to snort, so Buffy smoothly continued with, "Laugh it up fuzzball and I'll introduce you to Mr. Right Hook. I like boys with fast cars, boys with good clothes, and boys that smell good. Which is neither of those two over there. Seriously, guys. Dead fish smell better than you."
"You smell dead fish?" Jesse asked innocently. "Do you see dead people?"
Buffy started to give Jesse the finger when there was a sharp cough from the woman at the end of the table. Willow successfully fought down the smile that tried to invade her face, and the woman, making up the last of the introductions, said, "And I'm Joyce Summers. I own this ranch, though Mr. Giles is the ranch manager."
Great. Funny girl was related to this woman, which probably meant she got her own room for less than ten thousand dollars.
There was a moment of silence, as everyone tried not to look at her. "Uh, Willow, would you like to introduce yourself?" Giles finally asked, breaking through the uncomfortable silence with a sledgehammer.
"I don't see the point. They all know my name."
The boys rolling their eyes at each other did not escape her notice.
"Right, then," Giles said, a hint of weariness in his voice. "Tuck in, everyone."
It was if someone had unleashed a pack of hyenas upon a downed zebra. Buffy, Jesse, and Xander all reached for the dish of roast beef at the same time; Buffy won the short tug-of-war by nearly jabbing Xander's hand with her fork. Again Willow had to force her face into the serene distant majesty of Kilimanjaro and not smile at all. Buffy and the boys heaped their plates with the generous offerings of food: roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas swimming in a butter sauce, sauteed mushrooms, grilled carrots and asparagus and white buns with butter.
Tara seemed to follow the civility of the adults. She didn't say a word as she loaded her own plate, until she looked right at Willow and asked, "Could you pass the pepper, please, Willow?"
Willow looked down to the shakers. She could feel the intentful eye of Mr. Giles upon her and somehow knew that the man had deliberately placed the salt and pepper in front of her plate, just so she would have to interact with everyone else.
Her mouth clamped in a thin line, Willow handed over the pepper. It seemed as if Tara wanted to mumble thanks, but she didn't.
Willow was ravenous, yet she only took a tiny portion of food, and picked at it so they would leave her alone. At her side, Buffy was jabbering between mouthfuls, relaying a story about what had happened to poor Principal Flutie.
"A pig in his office?" Xander asked innocently. "You don't say?"
"Speaking of pigs," Joyce said, raising her voice over the din, "I discovered that little Wilbur was missing from the barn this morning. I certainly hope that he wasn't involved in any hooliganism. I can't afford to send him to pet therapy."
"I'm merely interested to discover how the pig made his daring escape," Giles drawled. He was holding his fork in his left hand, cutting the meat with a knife in his right, which Willow immediately recognized as a European custom. "I can't imagine how easy it would have been to smuggle him inside the school."
"S'all Xander," Jesse said with his mouth full. "He's a pig whisperer."
Tara giggled into her food while Buffy laughed outright.
Willow pushed the peas around on her plate, until they formed the border of Nigeria. She manoeuvred a pea to represent Abeokuta, the city in the southwest of Nigeria that she had sometimes lived in. It had a good hospital, especially for Americans with cold hard dollars, but it wasn't good enough.
It was Sheila's fault she got there too late to reverse the damage already done.
Willow felt a hard poke, and turned to face Buffy. "Earth to Willow," the girl was saying. Willow glared at her. It wasn't enough to stop her from continuing. "Weigh in, Willow. Brad Pitt or Matthew Mcconaughey?"
Willow went back to the peas, sending one to stand in as Lagos, and another as Ibadan. She wanted to go back to her cell and sniff her gele and rain a thousand curses upon her mother.
Unfazed, Buffy directed her question to Tara. "Tare, Brad or Matthew?"
"Cary Grant, actually," Tara replied, looking between Buffy and Willow.
"Pfft," Buffy hissed, lunging for the last little heap of mashed potatoes. A mock swordfight ensued between she and Xander, or rather their forks, and she won. "Woohoo!" she cried.
"Gloating is bad for the complexion, Buffy," Joyce said.
Willow couldn't take it anymore. "May I be excused?" she asked, already lifting the brakes and backing away from the table. She began a minute examination of the tablecloth while she waited for her answer. Not that she cared whether she was allowed to leave or not. What were they going to do, tie her to the table and force-feed her?
"If you wish," Giles said softly, and there was the softest hint of pity in his voice. Willow wanted to run over his toes with her wheels in response.
She turned as soon as she had enough room to do so, and went back down the hallway as fast as she could. She would have to ask about the wireless password later.
Enjoy!
Phoenix
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