Sane and Insane

"Dang it! I told you to stop tinkering with the formula. The full extent of the interaction implications may never be known."

A wavering sphere hung in the air between us, partially obscuring Charlie's face, yet I could see enough to recognize his irritation at being interrupted.

"Seriously Charlie. I know mom left you in charge, but you just can't go about creating concoctions for blips and giggles."

Charlie walked around the manifestation until we were nearly nose to nose.

"Charlene," he hissed at me. "You are such a bossy britches. You're just jealous because I have more talent in my little finger than you have in your own body.

"Me jealous?" I laughed. He may be my brother, older by 3 minutes, but any similarities between us ended at unruly brown hair and an aptitude for the arcane. Mom should really have named us night and day, or dark and light, or sane and insane. Now that would have been fitting.

The wavering blob moved closer to Charlie and hovered over his shoulder.

"Charlene, what I did isn't a mistake. I meant to create this. It is my life's greatest achievement. "

With that, he turned and dove into the blob, disappearing. The blob belched before gliding out the open door.

Mom was going to be so mad.