"Okay, Miss Spooky, I'll buy it," I told Miriam reluctantly. "But watch it. I've seen some fantastic things, which is why I'm going to take on trust this story about ancient witches and magic helms, but one sign you haven't been completely honest with us, and I'll teach you a lesson you won't easily forget."
"I understand. In my life I have met many who did not trust me."
She sounded irritatingly calm, particularly considering her story that an ancient Celtic goddess was loose in London.
"So, what's this Shianna girl look like?"
"About your height, red hair, sixteen."
"And if she's wearing the helm..."
"It is not that easy. The helm can make itself invisible. She may look like any other tourist for all that I know."
"You don't give us much to go on. No photograph?"
"No. I... I am afraid that I did not anticipate this happening."
At least Miss Mystery was apologising, I thought. Hey, I wear a cat-costume, so I'm allowed to be catty. Well, that's how I look at it anyhow.
Frankly, I'm not too happy about Laura. She started dressing up in her skin-tight black PVC costume to stop her Dad, but she'd done what I did - one outing in the costume isn't enough if you can take it.
This newcomer was different. Now I'm open-minded, I know that just because you can't measure a thing doesn't mean it doesn't exist, but I still have a hard time with magic, especially magic done by mysterious girls in long black capes.
"where do we start?" I asked her.
"The British Museum. I do not know why those mummies came to life, but It is the only clue that we have to where The Morrigan may be."
"Okay," I agreed. "But you've got to come too. And we all need to be in civvies, 'cos I'm not the most popular girl in the world where the Bobbies are involved."
"Jane!" Laura objected, obviously having detected the less-than-subtle tones in my voice. "Don't be like that! Miriam's a friend."
"Yeah, a friend who hides her face with a black hood. Come on, Laura, be smart! But okay. In civvies."
"I... I do not... I look rather out-of-place in... in civvies," Miriam objected.
"Yeah, but you'll look pretty odd in that cloak as well."
Miriam reluctantly raised a gloved hand to the fastening of her cloak.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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