The strong smell of leather and chocolate invaded my nose, and made me lose my train of thought. Molly and the other children groaned. The spell of story time had been broken, and they weren't happy. I looked up and met two sets of eyes, one storm gray and the other metallic silver. Molly grumbled again, and then she had the audacity to yell at the twins. "You messed up story time! You broke the spell! Now you owe us ice cream." She placed her hands on her hips, and her flame red hair swayed with the movements of her head. I could just imagine the fierce look she was giving them. A small smiled formed on my lips. Molly was fearless, and goddess help you if she didn't get her way. The twins looked uncomfortable being scolded by a seven year old. My smile got bigger as she continued her
