 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
45. Tarantallegra
Eighteen year old Rachel coughed and sneezed repeatedly as she lay in bed thanks to the obnoxious ailment that was the cold. Where was Haddie, anyway? Her best friend had left her quite a while back to get some soup. Surely Haddie had not gotten distracted?
“Haddie?’’ Rachel called feebly. Who was she kidding? That voice would surely not carry all the way down to the kitchen or where ever the other girl was. The dark haired young woman considered wrapping herself in her blanket then trek downstairs to find her but decided against it. For when she sat up, she suddenly felt dizzy so she quickly laid against her pink pillow once more.
Her eyes fell on her collection of mini stuffed dog. Her temperature must have risen for the crazy idea to make them dance popped into her head. “Tarantallegra!’’ she said without the use of her wand. Instantly they began jerking their little feet. Rachel watch happily, momentarily distracted from her misery.
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