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to my lips.
Aha! Lovely dream. Really lovely dream. I just hoped Lottie didn’t turn up with her hatchet at this point.
Henry cleared his throat. “Grayson?”
“Er … yes.” Was that a touch of pink on Grayson’s cheeks? He shook his head. “Please, Liv, be a good girl and go away.”
“Not unless you tell me what’s written on your wrist,” I said, to cover up for my own embarrassment. “ Sub um … and how does it go on?”
“What?”
“ Sub umbra floreo ,” Henry replied, stepping in for Grayson. “You have to be firmer about it, Grayson, and you really have to want her to disappear.”
“But I do!” Grayson assured him. “Only, she’s kind of so…”
“I know what you mean,” said Henry. Then he stopped short. “Is that by any chance your sweater she’s wearing?”
Dismayed, I looked down at myself. Sure enough, I really was wearing Grayson’s hooded sweater. Over my nightie. I’d felt so cold when I went to bed that I’d put it on again. Apart from that and my nightie, all I had on were my fluffy gray polka-dot socks. Typical of my dreams: I was never properly dressed for the occasion.
Grayson groaned. “Yes, it could well be my sweater,” he admitted. “Oh God, how I hate my unconscious mind. Why does it do these things to me?”
“Oh, come on, it could be a whole lot more embarrassing. Think of poor old Jasper and Mrs. Beckett in her bikini.” Henry laughed. “Hurry up. Jasper and Arthur will be waiting for us. That’s if Jasper made it here at all.”
“I hope he didn’t,” muttered Grayson. “Then at least we’d have a reprieve until the next new moon.…”
“ Sub umbra floreo —what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “‘Planted under the flowers?’”
Henry chuckled.
“Look, I only studied Latin for six months,” I said, slightly wounded, “and that was ages ago, so I don’t remember a lot about it.”
“We noticed,” said Henry.
Annoyed, Grayson shook his head. “This is too much. Go away, Liv!” he said firmly. “Get out of here! Clear off! Er … begone!”
Henry looked at me with interest. He was probably expecting me to dissolve into smoke.
“Okay,” I said, when nothing of the sort happened and Grayson’s face assumed an expression of despair. “If you don’t want me hanging around, I will clear off. Have fun.” I turned and marched along the gravel path. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw that Grayson and Henry watched me for a couple more seconds, and then they went on in the opposite direction. As soon as they did that, I took two steps sideways and got into cover behind a large tree trunk. Did they think they could shake me off as easily as that? Oh no, not now. Just when the dream was getting really interesting.
8
THIS WAS FUN! While I was stalking Grayson and Henry, I felt like Catwoman. Or James Bond. Or a cross between the two of them. Coolest of all were my improved powers of vision. There wasn’t a streetlight switched on anywhere, and even the moon wasn’t shining in the sky, but I could still see everything. I could avoid overhanging branches and stones lying on the path. The soles of my fluffy socks meant I was walking so quietly that I could get really close to the two of them, keeping an eye open all the time for the nearest hiding place. I was just surprised that I hadn’t woken up yet. Normally the phase of a dream when I knew for certain I was dreaming never lasted long, particularly not when it was as entertaining a dream as this one.
“There you two are!” The beam of Grayson’s flashlight had found two more figures: Arthur and Jasper, I assumed. With a judo roll worthy of the movies, I hid behind a gravestone, just in case they, too, had developed catlike powers of vision. I cautiously raised my head so that I could peer over the top edge of the gravestone. Like I said, I was having fun.
“You’ll never believe it, but Jasper was standing right outside the gate and couldn’t get
Aha! Lovely dream. Really lovely dream. I just hoped Lottie didn’t turn up with her hatchet at this point.
Henry cleared his throat. “Grayson?”
“Er … yes.” Was that a touch of pink on Grayson’s cheeks? He shook his head. “Please, Liv, be a good girl and go away.”
“Not unless you tell me what’s written on your wrist,” I said, to cover up for my own embarrassment. “ Sub um … and how does it go on?”
“What?”
“ Sub umbra floreo ,” Henry replied, stepping in for Grayson. “You have to be firmer about it, Grayson, and you really have to want her to disappear.”
“But I do!” Grayson assured him. “Only, she’s kind of so…”
“I know what you mean,” said Henry. Then he stopped short. “Is that by any chance your sweater she’s wearing?”
Dismayed, I looked down at myself. Sure enough, I really was wearing Grayson’s hooded sweater. Over my nightie. I’d felt so cold when I went to bed that I’d put it on again. Apart from that and my nightie, all I had on were my fluffy gray polka-dot socks. Typical of my dreams: I was never properly dressed for the occasion.
Grayson groaned. “Yes, it could well be my sweater,” he admitted. “Oh God, how I hate my unconscious mind. Why does it do these things to me?”
“Oh, come on, it could be a whole lot more embarrassing. Think of poor old Jasper and Mrs. Beckett in her bikini.” Henry laughed. “Hurry up. Jasper and Arthur will be waiting for us. That’s if Jasper made it here at all.”
“I hope he didn’t,” muttered Grayson. “Then at least we’d have a reprieve until the next new moon.…”
“ Sub umbra floreo —what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “‘Planted under the flowers?’”
Henry chuckled.
“Look, I only studied Latin for six months,” I said, slightly wounded, “and that was ages ago, so I don’t remember a lot about it.”
“We noticed,” said Henry.
Annoyed, Grayson shook his head. “This is too much. Go away, Liv!” he said firmly. “Get out of here! Clear off! Er … begone!”
Henry looked at me with interest. He was probably expecting me to dissolve into smoke.
“Okay,” I said, when nothing of the sort happened and Grayson’s face assumed an expression of despair. “If you don’t want me hanging around, I will clear off. Have fun.” I turned and marched along the gravel path. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw that Grayson and Henry watched me for a couple more seconds, and then they went on in the opposite direction. As soon as they did that, I took two steps sideways and got into cover behind a large tree trunk. Did they think they could shake me off as easily as that? Oh no, not now. Just when the dream was getting really interesting.
8
THIS WAS FUN! While I was stalking Grayson and Henry, I felt like Catwoman. Or James Bond. Or a cross between the two of them. Coolest of all were my improved powers of vision. There wasn’t a streetlight switched on anywhere, and even the moon wasn’t shining in the sky, but I could still see everything. I could avoid overhanging branches and stones lying on the path. The soles of my fluffy socks meant I was walking so quietly that I could get really close to the two of them, keeping an eye open all the time for the nearest hiding place. I was just surprised that I hadn’t woken up yet. Normally the phase of a dream when I knew for certain I was dreaming never lasted long, particularly not when it was as entertaining a dream as this one.
“There you two are!” The beam of Grayson’s flashlight had found two more figures: Arthur and Jasper, I assumed. With a judo roll worthy of the movies, I hid behind a gravestone, just in case they, too, had developed catlike powers of vision. I cautiously raised my head so that I could peer over the top edge of the gravestone. Like I said, I was having fun.
“You’ll never believe it, but Jasper was standing right outside the gate and couldn’t get
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