"Choose your next words very carefully. You're annoying me and I get hungry when I'm annoyed."
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"Choose your next words very carefully. You're annoying me and I get hungry when I'm annoyed."
"Really? You know you're about to be in the presence of Cynthia de Vil and you choose to wear that? I know most don't have my spectacular taste in clothing, but come now, put some effort into it!"
It had been about two months since the air of Walt run through her hair, the music around was very different to the one they sang in the woods with the Northauldra coven. Yet it felt nostalgic, this used to be her home after all, for more different it made her feel while growing up.
As an instinct she felt the need to look for her sister first, but something else caught her attention first. The news of the missing mayor crossed all over town that it reached even the woods but this was unbelievable, even the newspapers and tv on locals announced the same thing every now and then.
"Not one hint over where he could be? Isn't that strange? Well...Stranger."
"What is it with parents demanding instead of asking?" Wendy just threw the broken triplet of school boarding opportunities, nothing had been decided yet, but the talks were becoming more constant and getting on her nerves, truth was she was starting to fear. "It's like our voices don't matter..."
"Cálmate, you don't even know what I was going to ask." Nico couldn't help the snicker he gave as he eyed the person in front of him. "You seem intimidated."
"No— you might think you have a tough stomach but more people get sea sick than ya think. My ship isn't a carnival ride, so if you aren't on the crew you're not comin'."
"It's not a haunted mansion. That's a little reductive, don't you think? Gracey Manor doesn't have any ghosts." They had a lot of other shit, though.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I've got it handled." With Nico hovering over her shoulder, Meg felt less in control than she would have preferred. At the very least she could do this alone.