Grand Daughter of the Witches You Didn't Burn

Miriam "Mim" Ambrosius || Transmutation Sorceress I'll take my revenge on the world Or at least 49% of the people in it And if I end up with blood on my hands Well, I know that you'll understand Cause I fight like a girl

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ambereyed-mountain-prince​:

Ren: Just a delight

Ren: how’s it going for you? Set anything on fire or punched anybody?

Ren: sorry. I should be the adult here. So, punch anybody who deserved it?

Mim: Uh huh, you’re being really convincing

Mim: Nope actually everyone’s been pretty cool

Mim: I’ve been dancing and being cute af

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Slim Texts

Mim: Soooooo, how's your first Prom?

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frostskader·:

Artful Pride {Mim & Peri}

Peri laughed there wasn’t anything in her opinion that was good practice for getting an actual tattoo. But it did help location and looks too. “The good news is this one you don’t have to sit as long or is it as painful.” Peri grinned pushing the binder of designs to the girl.

“I can free hand something to if you’ve got something you’d actually wanted to get tattoo’ed?”

“Plus its a good barometer for how much my brother might kill me if I did get an actual tattoo.” Mim took the binder and flipped it open to the first page, glancing at it. Which was when she had a brilliant idea. “Actually do you have any snake designs? Like, big ones? Possibly even rainbow?”

Snakes were owl predators, but also just very cool. It felt weirdly appropriate and it made her giggle. 

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panicked-nights·:

Lovely Little Towns {OPEN}

“So you’re what into sorcery? Is that what you’d normally use this stuff for or is it just common knowledge and I missed the memo because that is something we sure as hell don’t cook with.” Panic mused, again he would probably get in trouble for even entertaining this.

But he had to leave a mark on this town one way or another.

“I mean, yeah, I’m studying sorcery so I know a lot of weird stuff. But completely unrelated to that, I also just like weird animals and weird animal facts. So when you put together super funky underwater fish with gross expanding slime that scientists are also talking about trying to maybe turn into stuff, I pay attention.”

But the cooking mention made it sound like he was a chef, and she was distracted just enough to be curious. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve cooked with though?”

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ferbmanofactionfletcher​:

All Tied Up || Mim + Ferb

Ferb had been expecting Phineas when he turned to see who had tapped his shoulder, his mouth open, ready to ask if he could borrow a finger. It shut as soon as he found Mim there instead. His eyes flickered sideways as he tried to understand what she was going here. Or talking to him. 

She had been very nice! Even after lunch, she really had followed up on texting him (and it hadn’t been a fluke of Swynlake’s magic). But it was summer now. Ferb had kind of been expecting their— he didn’t know if he could call it a friendship as he didn’t know her thoughts on the matter and didn’t want to assume anything. Anyway, he just thought her conversing with him would now be confined over text as the end of the semester approached and the break would soon begin. Talking to him during school was one thing. Texting him when no one else could see this was another. 

Talking to him outside of secondary? In public? 

He untangled his hands from the plants to sign. “I’m supposed to be tying these together.” 

Mim looked down at the various sets of string and props that he had been working with. See, stuff like this was why her working crew was a bad idea. Because she didn’t really want to have to follow instructions about making stuff look a certain way when she could come up with an idea that was more fun. 

But Ferb with his meticulous hands and his logical brain was a good candidate for that kind of stuff. Even if it did currently look like a big mess. “Cool. I don’t think its possible for me to kill fake plants so they’re probably safe around me. How’s it going?”

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frostskader·:

Artful Pride {Open}

Peri was on Pride Duty for Sunburst which was something she loved to do. Set up in a shady spot in the park along with other booths that were open for the weekend Peri curled up on her chair as she worked on her own sketch book. She was just wearing some simple but she did do up her face with one of the wing designs looking like her own wings. With a cooler full of water specifically to make sure the frost fairy didn’t pass out while working.

Glancing up as someone approach Peri grinned. “Face paint or temporary tattoo?”

Mim had stuff she should be doing. But since she was interested in doing Not That, she had instead decided to take Morgan for a walk around the park. With the little black cat trotting playfully at the end of her leash. It was fun to look at all of the booths set up, although she slowed as she saw the fairy set up with all the painting supplies. It seemed fun!

“Hm, why don’t we go temporary tattoo? It can be like fun practice for maybe getting the real thing. 

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Mim Ambrosius || 2021 Prom || 80s

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Did You Know You Used to be My Hero? || Flashback

Summary: A few months after Martin moves out, an 8 year old Mim is being quizzed on her knowledge and her magic studies by her father which has mixed responses. When Martin calls, she isn’t allowed to talk with him as a consequence. She tries to get around it, but her father enforces the decision. Mim certainly learns a lesson, but she’s pretty sure it’s different than the one he tried to teach her. 

TW: Bad Parenting, Light Magic Abuse

Date: November 12, 2011

Mim flicked through the list of games she had on her iPad, trying to find the right one to play. Since Martin had moved out to go away to university, her parents had given her an iTunes gift card that she could spend on whatever she wanted. It had only taken her a couple days to blow through the whole thing, but it meant she had tons and tons of new games to play. She had slowly been working through them, but the fun part was that some of them were hard which made them super fun to play. 

Landing on World of Goo, she quickly started up the app. As the game began, she giggled slightly to herself at the weird little goo creatures that she was trying to force into being the right shape to let her keep going in the game. It was pretty fun and it made her think so it could practically be considered educational. Not like some of her other games.

That was her story and she was sticking to it. 

She really only meant to play for a few minutes to relax a little bit. After all, it was a Saturday which meant she had all weekend to do her revision before school came back on Monday. She had plenty of time. And with the game playing its loud cheerful music, the house didn’t seem so quiet so that was good too. 

But she knew she had played for too long when she heard the sharp throat clearing behind her. Rolling over on her back she looked up at him. “What’s up Dad?”

“If you’re playing one of those electronic games, I assume that means you’ve finished all of your studies. Come. Demonstrate them for me.”

In her hand, she could hear the sad music that came whenever she lost a level, but it didn’t really matter. She wouldn’t have been allowed to finish it anyway now that her dad had come in and decided it was Study Time. 

Not that she minded! Well, she minded a little bit. World of Goo was more fun than the figures he’d asked her to ‘play’ with, and she’d been doing really good at that level too. But she knew that Study Time usually became Magic Time and Magic Time was fun! She didn’t get to do a lot yet, but he kept telling her that if she did good at the Study Time parts, she’d get to do more of the magic part and that’s what she really wanted to do. 

After all, they’d already figured out that she was going to be a Transmutation sorceress. Which meant she would be just like her dad! She’d heard the other members of the Coven talking about how hard this magic was and how proud her dad should be of Mim’s power and it had made her puff up and feel really proud. So she wanted to show it was worth it.

Plus, with Martin gone, there weren’t that many other people to play with because usually Mum and Dad were too busy for games. So maybe if she did Study Time fast, they could do Magic Time and play a game together! That would be basically the most perfect Saturday ever. 

She gathered together her workbook and the anatomical models he had given to her and walked carefully out of her room and over to his office. She didn’t see Mum as she did so, bu she figured she was busy doing magic or getting reagents or talking to people or whatever it was Mum did when she was busy in a different part of the house. 

Dad’s workroom though was a Magic Place. Both to her and for real. He had a public office in the front of the house for meeting with politicians that was full of boring old books and uncomfortable pieces of furniture. But this workroom was full of reagents of all sorts, centuries worth of magical tomes, tons of magical tools she didn’t know the name of, and a protective circle laid into the floor itself so they didn’t need to lay a fresh salt ring each time he wanted to do something that needed it. Mim could practically smell the magic in the air as she walked in, and she bounced happily along towards the seat she always sat in. 

Right as she got close to the table, she tripped in her excitement which made her drop the little owl figurine. 

“Miriam!” The word cracked out sharply, and she looked up in surprise.

“Sorry Dad.”

“These figurines have been in our family for generations. They are tools, but they are also a responsibility, and they deserve our respect.”

“Yes, Dad. I’m sorry.” Mim focused on walking extra carefully over to the worktable so she could place the figurines on it before she boosted herself up on the chair.

Although she was confused. Before, Martin had told her that these were toys that would help her learn. Her dad had told her all the names, but Martin was the one who had taught her how to play with them so she could learn and remember and still have fun. Now though, it sounded like that wasn’t quite right. Or at least, her dad didn’t think they were toys the same way. She’d have to hide the little scratch on the butt of the human one. It was an accident! But so was tripping and he’d still seemed mad about that. 

“Now tell me. Why do we study the parts of the body?”

This one at least she knew the answer he was looking for. Promptly she replied, “Transmutation magic lets us change something into something else. The com-plex-it-y,” she focused hard on saying that, “of the systems involved change how hard the magic is. By understanding the parts of the body and the inner workings, we can make accurate changes at a deeper level so the magic holds for longer.”

Mim beamed up at her dad, proud to have gotten through that whole explanation. It had taken her awhile to memorize it the way she was told, but she was pretty sure she had gotten it all right that time!

“Correct. Now, demonstrate to me what you’ve learned.”

Deflating slightly at the lackluster comment, Mim reached for the first of the figurines and began to demonstrate what she had learned. Pulling apart the anatomical models, she pointed out the different body parts she knew and the different names she remembered. She stumbled through some of the names, but by the end of it she knew she hadn’t made any major mistakes. 

“That’s acceptable. We’ll need to continue to work on your understanding of circulatory systems, but you’ve made progress from before.”

“Thanks Dad!” From her dad, that was practically high praise and she let herself sit up slightly straighter and smile more. Maybe this part wasn’t the most fun, but it was still nice to have done something right. She wanted to make Dad proud, she really did. 

“Now, show me your rune workbook.”

Putting the anatomical models back together, Mim set them aside on the table and pulled over the workbook she had also brought in, opening it to the work she’d done since he had assigned the work on Thursday. 

As he looked down the page, Mim saw the tell tale crease begin to form on his forehead and felt her heart sink. She knew it wasn’t her best example, but she had still done it! That was better than nothing right? It still showed she was trying. 

“Miriam, I’m disappointed in you. Your lines are shaky, several of these are entirely inaccurate, and you have mixed up your runes for growth and expand. This is sloppy and unacceptable.” He closed the workbook with a final sounding snap. 

Stung by his sharp words, Mim burst out, “But I tried, I really did! I had that big project for school I had to work on on Thursday, and then yesterday we had that big donor party you wanted me to be at. I didn’t have enough time to practice!”

If anything, his from deepened. “But you had enough time to play games today, didn’t you?”

“That was a break! I -”

“Enough. An Ambrosius never makes excuses because they never need them. You are expected to meet expectations and then surpass them. Failure is just another form of excuse.”

“But it’s not an excuse, it’s an explanation and -”

“Basta!”

Mim’s teeth clicked shut audibly on the rest of her speech, flinching slightly at the sharp word. 

“Whatever else could be said of your brother, he always balanced his responsibilities well. He never failed to complete his schoolwork, his magical studies, and his duties as an Ambrosius in a timely manner. With your abilities, I expect at least the same of you. You are a Magick and an Ambrosius. Failure of any kind is a choice we will not allow.”

Before he could say anything else, the phone began to ring in the next room and he stood up slowly. “Now. You will sit here and correct your work while I am on the phone, and we will discuss next steps after I am finished.”

Mim stared after him, feeling her eyes begin to well up with tears at the criticism. It was unfair! She had really tried, but she wasn’t like Martin. She was like herself. She did ok at her school work, but her reading homework was really hard and she’d had to put together a whole book report. Mum had helped out some, but even she had gotten frustrated and needed to go off to take care of something else. 

In Spring, it was Martin who had helped her finish the book and put together the book report. He had made it seem like a fun challenge instead of work and pointed out all kinds of stuff she hadn’t noticed. Mum had done some of that, but she hadn’t been as good at it. So for most of Thursday night, she had struggled with it by herself. It was a new feeling and she didn’t like it. 

Plus some of the runes made no sense! Growth and expand were basically the same things, so why did it matter if she got them slightly confused? It helped when she could turn the runes into little pictures in her mind so she could connect it to something, but she hadn’t been able to figure out how to do it for these ones. Plus her parents didn’t think the same way. The times she’d tried to ask them about it, they had just looked at her like the question was weird. So she had given up on it. 

Grumbling to herself and rubbing hard at her eye, she pulled the workbook closer again so she could practice like her dad said. 

In the other room, she could vaguely hear her dad pick up the phone. She wasn’t really paying attention, until she heard him say ‘Martin’ and then she sat up straight. Her brother was on the phone! She could talk to him! He would understand and he would be nice and it would make her feel better. 

“Martin, we’ve already discussed this and we will not go over it again,” Dad said firmly, annoyance from Mim creeping into his tone with Martin as well. 

Mim had no idea what they were talking about, but she didn’t care. Pulling at her dad’s sleeve, she asked quietly, “Can I talk to Martin? Please?”

But he didn’t reply to her. Instead, he kept up his conversation on the phone, responding to Martin’s questions and ignoring Mim’s attempts to get his attention. 

Finally, he looked down at her as he said into the phone, “No, Mim can’t come to the phone at the moment. She needs to fix her rune practice work and then she will maybe be able to call later.”

Mim knew that was supposed to be an answer for both of them. She was in trouble, so he was telling her no. The thing was, she didn’t like that answer. Because she wasn’t working on it, she was right here and she wanted to talk to her brother. 

So she opened her mouth and then shouted really loud so that Martin could hear in the phone, “HI MARTIN! I’M RIGHT HERE!”

Mim couldn’t hear what Martin said in response, and she didn’t see what her dad did exactly, still flush from the success at getting around their dad’s stupid rule that made no sense. 

What she did know was that a moment later, something sticky was slapped across her mouth which cut off all sound. She tried to scratch it off, but it wasn’t paper and it wasn’t tape and it wasn’t anything that she recognized at all, and every move she made seemed to make it stick firmer. But after that first shock, she realized she could taste hints of her dad’s magic in the adhesive and she stared up at him with rising shock and fury. 

He’d been mad at her before. He’d never used magic on her before. 

He turned his back on her, already dismissing her as a problem that was solved as he responded to Martin and whatever he was saying. 

For a moment, she felt like kicking him. She tried to scream through the sticky gag, but no sound was coming out at all. But instead of going back to her work or doing anything her stupid dad wanted her to do, Mim ran back to her own room and slammed the door as hard as possible. 

She threw herself to the floor, pulling desperately at the thing on her face, but the most she did was scratch her skin and pull it so that it felt tight and itchy and painful. Exhausted, she gave up and laid down. She knew it would change back on its own eventually. So apparently she just had to wait for that to be able to speak again. 

This time, the tears streaming down her face were angry and completely uncontrollable. Magic was supposed to be fun. It was a cool way to look at the world and to help them do things better and to make things better for people. It wasn’t supposed to make them quiet and make them feel bad. 

If she knew more, she could undo this spell herself. But even when she tried to focus, there were too many runes and too many layers for her to even begin to figure out, and she hadn’t learned anything about undoing yet. Hopefully, she tried to draw the basic ‘Stop’ rune on it in the mirror, but it looked wrong and it was too hard and whatever her dad had done made her own magic fizzle out before she could even get it close to the rune. 

Sitting there staring at herself in the mirror, Mim made three promises to herself: 

She was going to make sure magic stayed fun. It was for games and for helping people and for learning new things. She’d only ever use it against a person if they were being super mean to someone else because it meant they were bad. But mostly, magic was for fun.

She wasn’t going to be quiet. She was going to get loud and louder and louder until no one could make her be quiet when she didn’t want to be. Whatever she wanted to say, she was going to say it and no one was going to stop her. 

She was going to be the best transmutation sorcerer there ever was. She was going to learn everything possible and then when people tried to use it against her, she could stop them and do it back but more. She didn’t care how hard it would be or how long it took, she would do it. Nothing was going to keep her down ever again.

With those three promises made, Mim rubbed hard at her eyes until she stopped crying. Dad was going to be mad that she didn’t follow what he said, but he wouldn’t come to her room. He’d send Mum first because that’s how it went. Mim was a girl, so when Mim messed up, it was Mum’s problem. She’d get another lecture about Proper Ambrosius Behavior and then she would get lots of extra work and chores to make up for it. 

Only this time, it wouldn’t matter. She didn’t care about the punishment because it wasn’t fair, but her parents weren’t fair so it meant she wasn’t really bad. They were just being mean.

In the back of her mind, she realized this meant she definitely wouldn’t get to talk to Martin today, even though she had wanted to talk to him and he must have asked about her. But she put the thought aside. 

Martin was away at school. He wasn’t here. He couldn’t teach her new things or play games or sneak her snacks when she was in trouble. She still missed him a lot, but that didn’t change things. Now Mim was going to have to figure things out for herself. It was time to be a big girl. 

When Mim heard the familiar footsteps coming down the hall towards her door, she was sitting on the floor facing the door. Her eyes were red from the tears, her face was red from scratching, and the sticky gag was still plastered firmly in place. But the look she gave her mum when the door swung open was defiant all the same. 

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All Tied Up || Mim + Ferb

Now that everyone had been casted and the crews all divided up on the annual Swynlake musical, everyone seemed to be in full swing to get this thing put together. 

Ferb, for the second time, was among them. He had liked helping well enough last year. It had been nice to actually get out of the house during the summer break (despite how much the heat bothered him). It kept him busy, let him spend more time with Phineas, and, Ferb always enjoyed seeing finished products. A whole moving musical, despite him not being able to hear what was going on, had been— nice. Back before Phineas, the only people Ferb made things for had been for his family and Ms. Thompson. But these days, the things he made had been seen by more eyes and helped more people. 

At the moment, he was having a bit of a hard time. All he had been asked to do was tie some fake plants together and yet it was giving him trouble. The ribbon wouldn’t tighten enough, like trying to tie a bow without the finger to keep the center stabilized. He frowned at it— trying to think of a way around just short of using the toe of his shoe. 

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Watching Simba try to rehearse the Ashlee/Nemo scene was making her want to gag. She didn’t know anything about Ashlee (although she’d heard vague references to her other friends in hushed tones) and Nemo was still pretty cool with his club idea. But the two of them together rehearsing? All bad. They were getting literally no where and laughing at inside jokes the whole time. 

So, she decided to wander back and see what the crew was up to. Maybe Ren was around and she could bug them into entertaining her. Or she could talk Cael into painting. Something.

But when she made it back there, she found something even better. It was Ferb! She’d heard he was helping out, but she hadn’t run into him yet before. She made a beeline towards him and then tapped him gently on the shoulder to let him know he was there. As soon as he turned to look at her, she signed ‘Hi! What are you working on?”

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devyn-morey​:

Joining the set crew for Mamma Mia had been such a fun choice! Devyn got to paint and see people acting and even (!!!) got to hang around a tiny little fox to paint with! Devyn had had an odd interaction with the fox’s owner who was working in the costuming department. Did Devyn know this person’s name? No. When they’d attempted an introduction Devyn had missed it. They got to walk around with a tiny fox on their shoulder, though, so this was a total win!

Devyn had turned the corner to get to work on one of the sets that Lou had instructed needed doing only to find a young person smearing paint across the piece, ruining the work that had already been done!

Anger flared in their stomach and they marched over to tap on the girl’s shoulder decisively. Their disapproving look, paired with a gesture toward the set, would be communication enough they hoped. They missed the recognition in the fox (Cael, the name was Cael even if Devyn was unaware)’s eyes.

When Mim felt the tap on her shoulder, she turned around to meet the disapproving look and the sharp gesture. But she ignored both of those entirely at the familiar sight of Cael as she lit up with a grin. 

“Hey Cael! You here to paint more? That’s super cool.” She knew that Cael was magical which Morgan wasn’t, but watching Cael made her want to teach Morgan how to paint as soon as possible. How awesome would that be when it worked? But even with Cael translating, it wasn’t like Morgan was that interested. 

Blithely ignoring the small stripe of paint, she looked back at the person acting as Cael’s current perch. “So, you two are working together now? How did you end up meeting Cael?”

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panicked-nights·:

Lovely Little Towns {OPEN}

“You’re what in Secondary? I would get into more shit blaming you so it looks like I’m going down on this ship alone.” Panic pretended to pout at the very thought of it. But that’s what he got for being as immature as he was.

“I’ll be honest I don’t even know what hagfish slime is or where we would get it but I can’t imagine it’s too difficult with the right connections.”

Mim pouted slightly. “That’s like totally agist and takes away my agency and decision making process. But whatever, if society is going to continue to be judgy and unfair then I guess now is my time to commit all the crimes.” Maybe not all the crimes. But she was planning on committing some crimes anyway, so she supposed it counted. 

“Oh, but yeah its this weird jelly-like snot. It’s thinner than human hair but it also expands super quickly and its supposed to be stronger than nylon and crazy flexible. Apparently it only takes minutes for one hagfish to fill a five gallon bucket with slime cause of how fast it expands.”

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foreverydinger·:

Promposal Peril || Tim

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Tony’s grin only grew as Mim began to laugh hysterically. That was what he’d hoped for. He knew asking her formally would not achieve the desired effect he wanted nor was it the kind of fun he was searching for in her companionship. He liked Mim because she was fun and strong-willed and the fact that he knew she was fit from that skinny-dipping trip over spring break didn’t hurt either. 

His eyes widened as Mim took off running at him, opening his mouth to ask just what she was doing when she splashed her way into the water. “My God, you’re mental!” He tittered, crouching down to get in her face. “You hit your head or can I deem you mentally sound enough to accept your acceptance? How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, flashing her a peace sign.

“‘Cause I’d actually love to take you.”

.

Had this been a dumb idea? Probably. Was she going to have to go through the whole rest of the school day soaking wet? Almost definitely. Did she regret this? Absolutely not. What was the fun of a good promposal story if it ended with a boring ‘and then I said yes’?

At his question about the number of fingers, she promptly said, “847.”  Because that was a reasonable response. She sat up and pushed him back over so he splashed down into the water next to her, the wave of water displacement splashing over the side and sending some of the ducks floating off down the corridor towards freedom. 

“Good, cause I’d actually love to go with you. It’ll be fun! Although I do have to ask, are we in a co-parent situation now with all these ducks or have you pre-placed them in homes?”

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Gotta Go Big and Loud || Elim

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So, Mim had the magic exercises she was supposed to practice. Medes had given her all these boring runes and instructions around creating realistic creatures out of the small practice figures he’d given her that were apparently some kind of family heirloom. But where was the fun in that? She’d been good (for the most part) and she had done lots of her practice. Now she wanted to do something fun. 

So, for a moment she sat there staring at the little lizard figurine, drumming her fingers against her side. Then she grinned. “Got it.”

After all, why make a little realistic one when you could instead make it big and fantastical?

Quickly, she sketched out the runes she wanted, combining two of the ones she’d been taught to make one that would approximate the effect she wanted. Then she gathered together the rush of magic and slammed it straight down onto the little figure with all of her will. 

With a squeal of glee, she watched as the bright turquoise three headed hydra started to rapidly expand in front of her, growing and growing and twitching as it slowly came to life. She jumped up and down hands in the air. “Look at it go!”

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Paint Up a Storm || Devyn & Mim

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Mim was bored. Bored bored bored. Being in the ensemble meant that she didn’t actually have that many lines to practice, and right now they were rehearsing one of the Donna/Sam scenes which were boring to watch. (Eilonwy wasn’t that bad, she was at least enthusiastic. That Henry kid was excruciating though. She had no idea how he had gotten cast if he was going to be that weird.)

But anyway, since Simba wasn’t paying attention to her, she had wandered over to where the set people were working to see what they were getting up to. That Lou guy had just walked away to yell at someone else, so there was no one to see. 

Following impulse, she dipped her fingers into an open can of paint and dragged it across one of the set pieces she was walking by. 

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