"Can I have some strands of your hair?"
"This is just creepy" Bella complained as Will plucked stray gold threads off her shoulder.
"No, really, this works" Will insisted.
Bella followed him over to his working area. "What's that for?" She pointed.
"It's - it just helps, okay?" At her look, he said "It's more of an art than a science."
Bella looked dubious, but charitably kept her opinion to herself.
Will swayed over a bowl of hastily blended liquid, three hairs from Bella's head floating on the surface. Bella peeked over his shoulder, but she didn't see anything special.
"Where did you learn this?"
"It was on the net." Will sounded distracted.
Bella bit her tongue, not to say anything sarcastic. Eventually, she said "-Well?"
Will was looking horrified. "I see death in your future, a lot of death."
"Hey, thanks a lot!" Bella had been anticipating the standard garbage about tall dark strangers, but Will had no call to be downright nasty to her. Just because she wasn't into this stupid-
Will swung away from the scrying bowl. "No, seriously, Bella, you're in danger. There's fighting, and blood. A LOT of blood." He swallowed. "It's kind of gross."
"Will. I run a gas station. Unless I seriously lose it with Grace, there isn't going to be anything like your vision." That proved it, as far as Bella was concerned. The future was going to happen in it's own sweet time, and getting a preview of it was a ridiculous idea. Not that she had ever supposed otherwise.
Will was still upset.
Poor Willie. He honestly believed in this. She had been treating this as something between a joke and a hobby. "It's all right" she said gently.
"The new teacher is connected to you. He's from the same place as the one you are intended to kill." Will babbled, afraid Bella would leave the room before he got to warn her.
"The same place?" That was vague, in a fortune telling kind of being vague way.
"Far away." Will frowned. "An old place."
"Will, all places are old. It's an old planet. Stop getting romantic about Europe."
"Europe!" Will shouted. "That's it, they're from Europe!"
Bella raised her eyebrows. "My murder victim and my teacher?" She patted his arm. "Look, Willie, you mean well, but, next time, stick to the - going on a journey, and, tall dark stranger, thing. It plays better."
Will frowned thoughtfully, realising he knew something else. "He's tall, but your stranger's blond, I think."
In total exasperation, Bella left the room.
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