#bxtshxt

[mxgxcks-blog]

∴ 【 ♦ ∞ ♦ 】 ∵ " Where did I put that recipe for that colicky baby draught? " She shuffled papers within a handmade potions book, flicking her finger to light the gas stove, where a pot of chicken's blood began to heat. She found it just as the draught base began to boil.

∴ 【 ♦ ∞ ♦ 】 ∵ " Aha! There we are... A hair from the baby, chicken's blood ---- I have those, so useful. " Sarcasm flowed from her lips. " Let's see.... Scale of dragonfly wing, one gram. I have more than enough of that... A sample of breastmilk from the mother, I'll have to inquire for that... And for taste and strength, two generous tablespoons of honey. " Nodding, knowing the entire brew would take two days to make, the measurment of dragonfly wing scales was given.

∴ 【 ♦ ∞ ♦ 】 ∵ Dumping everything she had into the chicken's blood, a few quick stirs and she left the cottage, running into someone by accident while on the way to the mother's. " Oof! Sorry, so sorry. "

[rxader-blog]

[skype, 7:17 AM] Pride: jfc suu i'd eat the breadsticks if i were you

[rxader-blog]

[snapchat; the picture sent is a picture of Nagisa on her Assassination Classroom poster.]

[caption; no but this cutie]

[rxader-blog]

[snapchat; the image is that of Sparkie stretching to touch her foot, which is against the wall.] FLEX.

[snapchat; the image is Pride imitating Sparkie, but rather, she is reaching past her foot.]

[caption; FLEEEEEX]

[rxader-blog]

Shall we dance with some hop-steps, bxtshxt?

Usually, Pride wasn't one to miss the bus, but she had ended up helping the art teacher tidy up at the end of the day, and the bus had arrived early. Her parents sure were taking their time to respond to her texts too. So she had ended up sitting in the warmth of a classroom, watching Magi on her laptop.

Glancing up at the door when she heard it open, she frowned from her position in the corner, and leaned out to observe whoever had entered. The cleaner had already come by, so it probably wasn't her. And she was right-- the person that had entered didn't look like a teacher, and she certainly wasn't a student. Choosing to remain quiet, she continued to stare at the person who had entered, her laptop still playing the episode she had been watching.