Dramatic Monologue
“Toadstools, and butterscotch!? What a horrid combination! Why on earth would anyone wish to consume that together?” I flung down the folded (crumpled) letter. The first letter I received from my dearest friend Leonora in months, and she talked about how she and her mentor made a new potion with toadstool and butterscotch. Disgusting.
“What are ye huffin’ about now, child?” My short, round mentor shuffled past me with her arms full of some large birds that twitched unnaturally. She was the kind of woman that tucked her graying hair up high so that it would be out of her face, she said. But I say it was so that she could throw a stern look your way and you could not avoid the glare. She was round and pink like summer pumpkin, but as spicy …show more content…
like a frog jumping around. Then the potion will settle and the person will experience a warm feeling spreading throughout all of their body. It warms the person and makes them lightly glow gold. This potion is used for helping people fall asleep at night.’ Aw, that’s sweet. I’m no longer upset about the froggy-toady-thingy.” I placed the letter back on my desk and went to sit and finish reading the other two pages.
“Oh no ye don’.” I stopped mid-sit, in a rather awkward sitting position. “‘Ere: go an’ take de birds out to de back.” Miss Ida dumped the twitching lumps into my arms. I frowned, but obliged.
Out by the wood shed with the creaky door I dumped the five or so birds into a heap next to a stump. I knew what to do. These were the results of a failed transfiguration spell, and were therefore mangled and disfigured. They were not things that needed to exist for extended periods of time. Leaning up against the shed was a large red axe. I took the axe and sharpened it using a simple spell, one of the first ones Miss Ida taught me.
I turned around and just about ran into someone. The someone backed up very, very quickly; almost retreating
“What are ye huffin’ about now, child?” My short, round mentor shuffled past me with her arms full of some large birds that twitched unnaturally. She was the kind of woman that tucked her graying hair up high so that it would be out of her face, she said. But I say it was so that she could throw a stern look your way and you could not avoid the glare. She was round and pink like summer pumpkin, but as spicy …show more content…
like a frog jumping around. Then the potion will settle and the person will experience a warm feeling spreading throughout all of their body. It warms the person and makes them lightly glow gold. This potion is used for helping people fall asleep at night.’ Aw, that’s sweet. I’m no longer upset about the froggy-toady-thingy.” I placed the letter back on my desk and went to sit and finish reading the other two pages.
“Oh no ye don’.” I stopped mid-sit, in a rather awkward sitting position. “‘Ere: go an’ take de birds out to de back.” Miss Ida dumped the twitching lumps into my arms. I frowned, but obliged.
Out by the wood shed with the creaky door I dumped the five or so birds into a heap next to a stump. I knew what to do. These were the results of a failed transfiguration spell, and were therefore mangled and disfigured. They were not things that needed to exist for extended periods of time. Leaning up against the shed was a large red axe. I took the axe and sharpened it using a simple spell, one of the first ones Miss Ida taught me.
I turned around and just about ran into someone. The someone backed up very, very quickly; almost retreating