"I prefer to call it a passion," she counters, sweetly. "It's more accurate. And poetic--a passion for poison."
Flavia still feels an immense amount of pride, saying the words; they recall for her the moment of discovery, Harriet's old chemistry book falling from the library shelf, opening to reveal illustrations of disembodied hands working a strange alchemy of fire and liquid and laboratory glassware.
"I'm interested in a career in the sciences, yes," she affirms.
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Date: 2014-01-28 04:53 am (UTC)Flavia still feels an immense amount of pride, saying the words; they recall for her the moment of discovery, Harriet's old chemistry book falling from the library shelf, opening to reveal illustrations of disembodied hands working a strange alchemy of fire and liquid and laboratory glassware.
"I'm interested in a career in the sciences, yes," she affirms.