Tucker. Tucker Watkins. Her laddie. She’d got used to that. She was almost used to the kissing. It still made her heart pound and her head swim, but she hoped that wouldn’t change anyway. She was so used to holding his hand that she sometimes did it in class. They almost always held hands in the halls.

What was different all of a sudden? Was it because she had asked him for help and he was right there? Just where she wanted him to be. And it shocked her.

She wasn’t on her own any more. She had Tucker, and he… he was so terribly...real.

 She forced herself to look at the tabletop as he explained about the re-substantiation from the center. Otherwise she just ended up looking at his mouth. The mouth she was going to kiss very soon.

"I mean, because, when the turtle is done being a ...well, flower pot...you can back it turn.”

She didn’t even notice he’d mucked up the words again. She just nodded silently and felt her ears go red. Focus, girl!

“Like, if a turtle were only a flowerpot on the outside, it might still be crawling around on the table?”

“Och! Right!” Lizzie looked up at Tucker and beamed. “That happened when Hadley tried tae change the Hedgehog intae a pin cushion. It went al’ red and soft, but still had legs and wandered off. Tucker, yer a genius!”

That’s when she kissed him. Hands on both side of his face and mouth covering his.

And that, thank goodness, seemed to get rid of the terrible, wonderful feeling that she had to wrap Tucker all around her and hide.

With a smile, Lizzie settled to writing her essay. She pointed out the danger of ambulatory household objects such as flower pots, foot-stools and pin cushions.  She mentioned the need to totally subdue the vital force of the creature at the beginning of the process to allow for complete restoration of life when the spell wore off. She even added a paragraph of how it was kinder to the animal in question that it become fully feathered, furred or scaled before it returned to its full sentient state.  

In fact she had actually finished her work before she put down her quill, snapped the cover back onto her ink bottle and announced with satisfaction, “Right. Armor time.”

Tucker was going to get a snogging he would never forget!

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