[Anglais] Demande de partage de séquence 5e

A woman stood in the doorway. For a moment her face was a livid blue as the lightning flashed. Then she smiled and David saw that she was, after all, human. […] She was small and plump, with round cheeks and grey hair tied in a bun. Her clothes were Victorian, her high collar fastened at the neck with a silver brooch. She was about sixty years old, her skin wrinkled, her eyes twinkling behind gold half-glasses. For a moment she reminded David of his grandmother. Then he noticed the slight moustache bristling on her upper lip and decided that she reminded him of his grandfather too.

It was impossible to say how old [Mr Kilgraw] was. His skin was pale and somehow ageless, like a wax model. He was dressed in a plain black suit, with a white shirt and a black tie. […] He was incredibly thin. […]
The mirror had reflected everything in the room. It had reflected the desk, the books, the curtains, the furniture, the carpet and David himself.
But it hadn’t reflected Mr Kilgraw.

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English with Miss Pedicure.
Miss Pedicure must be at least a hundred years old. She is half blind and completely bald. I think she’s only held together by bandages. She seems to be wrapped up in them from head to toe. I could see them poking out of her sleeves and above her collar. It took her fifteen minutes to reach her chair and when she sat down she almost disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Miss Pedicure does have perfect teeth. The only trouble is, she keeps them in a glass on the corner of her desk.
She taught Shakespeare. From the way she talks, you’d think she’d known him personally.

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I was meant to have French this afternoon but the teacher didn’t show up. I asked William Rufus why.
WILLIAM : It must be a full moon6 tonight. Monsieur Leloup never teaches when there is going to be a full moon.
ME : Is he ill ?
WILLIAM : Well, he isn’t quite himself.

Mr Kilgraw smiled – if you could call a twitching lip and a glint of white teeth a smile.
“Don’t fight us, David”, he said. “Try and understand us. We are different. But so are you. That is why you have been chosen. The seventh son of a seventh son. It makes you special, David. Just how special you will soon find out.”
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“I’ve got four brothers and two sisters […]”, Jill said. She smiled. “We were a big family. I was number seven.”
“Did your mother have brothers and sisters?” David asked.
Jill looked at him curiously.  “What on earth has that got to do with anything?”
“I just wondered…”
“As a matter of fact, she was number seven, too. I’ve got six uncles. Why do you want to know?”
“Seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.” David muttered and said no more.

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“But what do they want with us?” David said.
“They want to teach us.” Jill had reached the library door. She turned the handle and went in. “You’re the seventh son of a seventh son. I’m a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.”
“What about it?”
“It means we’re witches. We were born witches.  It’s not our fault. It’s not anybody’s fault, really. But like all the kids here, we have powers. The teachers just want to show us how to use them.”