Words

"Crap," Emmeline hissed, looking in the case at all of the little bottles and growing more annoyed with herself by the nanosecond. "That explains it." Emmeline had been in a rush and, intending to drink a potion of Kindness, reached in to grab a vial of "Kill With Words" instead. "I'm probably going to get fired," Emmeline sighed, kicking herself. She took a Humble chaser with her coffee and went into the office prepared for the worst. As luck would have it, there had been no actual fatalities and nothing caught on camera besides people chatting with her here and there. No meeting with HR was scheduled for 4pm on her calendar and there were no emails stinking to high heaven of fifty people on blind copy in her inbox. There was, however, a wariness in air - as if everyone down at the watering hole could sense a predator nearby. Emmeline passed a productive but lonely day in her cubicle, feeling just a teensy bit shunned when she heard the word "harpie" wafting in from the break room.