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What Flavour Are You? Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.

I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

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I can hear Nancy faintly as she roams through the house, searching for me. Let her, I'm sick of running. Besides she's going to be quiet shocked when she sees me next, I think getting up from the floor and moving quickly towards the standing mirror. The idea is already in my head yet I don't know where the thoughts are coming from. Manon ? Maybe.
My mother ? I'd like to think so. I stare at the glass. Behind me I hear Nancy coming closer.
Well, it's no or never. I step into the glass which yields to me like water. The whole thing feels like it's made of water. Nancy enters the room and I use glamor to confuse the image, to make her see only herself. I have to bind her and I don't want her running off like Rochelle and Bonnie.
I can't help but laugh silently, remember how quickly those "wicked" witches ran out of here. Nancy looks just as scared as they were.

"Sarah ?" That's my que, I think, turning around and stepping out of the mirror. Yeah, that's right Nancy. I've learned a few new tricks.
"I got a message for you Nancy. Mannon has seen what you've done with the power he has given and he is pissed."
"Sarah.." I set the snakes upon her, let's see how she likes it.
"Relax", I tell her. "It's only magic. Now who's pathetic ?"
And she...she has the gall to try and apologize as if that would make it better, as if that makes up for her trying to kill me. Gimme a break.
"I bind you Nancy from doing harm against others and harm against yourself. I bind you Nancy from doing harm..." Before I can finish the spell she leaps at me calling upon the wind which tears at both of us as it whips into a frenzy. The next thing I know a huge dresser is coming towards me. Magic saves my life again as I make myself insoluble. I don't fool Nancy though, she keeps coming and tries to stab me with that dagger of hers. This time it is my reflexes which save me as I pull my legs up to kick her as hard as I possibly can which sends her flying down the hallway and into another mirror and knocking her out.
But the fight has taken a lot of me too, I realize as I sink back onto the wall as my vision dims. I have to stop her.. I think as I pass out.