"I need you to watch the kettle," my witch mentor instructed.
"Yes, mistress," I replied obediently. I continued reading my notes.
"No, keep your EYES on it, child," she snapped so sharply that the book closed itself in fright.
I straightened my back with a gulp and turned my full attention to the kettle.
She was gone for the dullest half hour of my life.
When she returned I glanced up and the kettle began whistling merrily in greeting.
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@Teryl_Pacieco
Kettles always do that. You must tame them very gently for a long time before they dare to whistle under a fixed gaze.
That's their nature though, you just accept it or go boiling your water in a pot, like a heathen.
