blastiafreak

[Why a stack of books doesn't make a good stepladder is demonstrated pretty well when the stack wobbles, Rita slips, and everything crashes to the floor. Several books go with her, and she mutters some choice words. Particularly when one falls right on her head.

Eventually, she sits up in the middle of yet another disaster in the study, clutching her head with a dazed expression that actually has nothing to do with this accident and quite a lot to do with a recent mistletoe curse. Her face goes a few shades of red, even as she berates herself; this is stupid, pointless, and she shouldn't care...right?]

Argh, what am I doing...? There's no way that's normal at all.