Re: Alex and Roxanne Orianthus root? Really? Alex turned the page, absorbed in the tiny text, then looked up, blinking, as someone spoke.
He shrugged, turning the little book over in his hand so she could see the cover. "Potions. Old potions," he admitted after, then shrugged again. "Mona sent it to me." He didn't think he needed to add, and it makes me not miss her quite so much. The house had been horribly empty without her, as far as he was concerned. And he wasn't even really sure why she'd had to go.
Alex pulled himself out of thoughts of her and looked at his sister. "Plus, a book's a good excuse not to have to talk." Well, to people like Aunt Audrey...