I Wasn't Like Most Girls.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.

I Looked Up At Ellen And Her Not-glowing Pentagram. "harm None Is The Rule, Ellen: Bad Witch, No Cookie.

I Wanted To Say Something Brilliant. My God, Holmes, How Did You Know The Zombie Was Hiding In The Flower Pot? But I Couldn't Lie.

There Had To Be A Circle Of Hell Where You Were Eternally Fourteen, Eternally In Junior High. One Of The Lower Circles.

Just What I Needed—a Necromancer With An Attitude. Oh, Wait, I Was A Necromancer With An Attitude.