"Notes and...falling books!" James was practically shaking with rage, still furious about the events of yesterday. "I should have known there was something afoot, books predicting my own death flying around, pieces of paper cracking me over the head, mysterious notes no one will tell me the contents of, some Zinc Princess or a Copper Lady whatever her name is making threats against my life! This is an outrage, a blatant outrage! I'll be writing a furious letter about this one let me tell you."
James pulled out his notebook and began to scribble furiously over the pages, not realising until too late this was one of his pens that leaked ink profusely. Within seconds both the notebook and his hands were soaked with red ink. James stood there wordlessly staring at his hands with his mouth opening and closing wordlessly for some time, unable to articulate his combined anger and misery at the turn of events.
James pulled out his notebook and began to scribble furiously over the pages, not realising until too late this was one of his pens that leaked ink profusely. Within seconds both the notebook and his hands were soaked with red ink. James stood there wordlessly staring at his hands with his mouth opening and closing wordlessly for some time, unable to articulate his combined anger and misery at the turn of events.