There's a reason they say don't trust foreigners.
Especially small ones with ridiculously enormous eyes and a penchant for throwing glitter everywhere.
And that reason came flying by as a girl fitting that exact description raced down the city streets on a bright pink bicycle she had just bought, tossing flyers out to any bystander unfortunate enough to be close enough with a shrieking giggle. Each flyer had glitter flying all over business suits and school uniforms, all reading the same thing;
"I'm Zoe Sugg and if you have received this you saw a small woman riding into the winter sunset laughing not unlike a madwoman. If so, good, proceed to step two. Find me and be my friend, do it, now, run. Reblog and Follow the Hufflepuff Train. Maybe if I really like you I'll give you a free makeover. And don't you dare like this and not join the Hufflepuff Train, I will attack you with a foundation brush!"
Was it desperate? Maybe. Did she care? Not at all.
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