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Date Posted: 22:02:54 07/23/02 Tue
The soapy suds clung to his arms as he washed yet more plates and jugs. Drea was standing silently by his side drying and putting away. Her face was blank and closed and she gave only one-word answers to Harion’s attempts at conversation. He paused briefly to look at the slight girl by his side. He tried to imagine what it would be like to not be able to see. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the inky blackness. It was horrible. He jerked his eyes open again and reached for another plate.
The urge to see Drea smile became more insistent. Harion flicked a drip of water at her. She didn’t seem to notice. He flicked some more and she turned to protest. Before she could complain, Harion scooped suds from the surface of the water and wiped them on Drea’s chin.
“Look, a wizard. Pleased to meet you kind sir” He said solemnly shaking her hand.
Drea giggled and wiped the suds from her face. Reaching forward she felt the edge of the sink and plunged her hands in. A wave of cold soapy water flooded Harion, making him gasp. He retaliated by filling a cup with water and flinging it in her direction.
Savinia entered the kitchen bleary eyed and sleepy. Her plans of a drink and return to bed were dashed when Harion drenched her. She stood there, dripping, staring in horror at her clothes. Slowly she raised her head, eyes narrowed angrily. Then she saw Drea laughing. She stared in surprise, such a rare sight. She forgot the state of her dress and joined in, guiding Drea’s aim for the best results.
None of them noticed Drea’s parents enter the kitchen. All were in fits of hysterical laughter, slipping on the drenched floor and still attempting to drown each other.
Drea’s mother took in the flooded floor, a broken plate and the childish behavior of her staff. Her husband witnessed his daughter laughing, having fun. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her this happy.
At the first shout, Drea stopped guiltily in her tracks. She turned towards her mother, shamefully hanging her head, soaked, pale blond strands of hair hanging beside her face like rat tails.
“What on earth is going on?” Harion turned to face the angry woman.
“It’s just a bit of fun” he tried to explain. At this Drea’s mother exploded. Harion and Savinia listened to the scolding, trying not to giggle. The situation was stupid, yet the Mistress was so serious.
A few minutes later Harion was alone in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor. Drea had been swept away to get dry. Fussed about as a mother hen watches over her chicks.
Savinia had disappeared, the room was silent. Harion knelt back on his heels and thought over the consequences of the fiasco. Would this ‘Bit of fun’ lose him a valuable job?
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