<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Cut and bandaged finger.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Uh oh.  Circe calling me by my full name usually means she isn't joking.  I don't know what beef she has with poor Smeagol, but I am not in the habit of stepping on my friends' toes.  Accommodate first, ask questions later.  "Sorry Ci, I'll remove he-who-must-not-be-mentioned from the program."<br/><br/>I am about to say more, but my attention is drawn to Chloe.  Her claiming to see the book glowing is surprisingly convincing, especially given that she doesn't tend to mock the supernatural, but then I hear genuine distress in her voice and one look at her eyes is enough to convince me that she isn't acting.  "It's OK Chlo," I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a gentle hug.  "It's just an old book, it can't hurt you."  Whatever in that book could scare her so?<br/><br/>I look at the book, now open to the title page, from the corner of my eye.  Nothing seems out of the ordinary, although I can't understand the words.  "It's in some foreign language," I humour Chloe, "Says something like 'potentiam tuam' or something, if that's how you pronounce it.  Romanian maybe by the sound of it?  Leigh didn't say it wasn't in Eglish, maybe there are pictures..."<br/><br/>I look up at Circe with a 'say something to calm her down' look in my eyes.  We should have just played the game...</span><br/>