❝ Granger, is it? ❞
Although it certainly need not be audibly stated that this entirely unexpected encounter is not one that will automatically enable its two incontestably contrasting participants to eagerly derive even the most miniature shards of authentic pleasure, the oh-so-apparent fact that she is currently not in the presence of any of her esteemed family members does warrant the s u b t l e diminishing of unrestrained malice. Perceivable signs of partially fabricated bitterness still nestle themselves into faint crevices that artistically frame the penetrable gates of a rather modest cavern that currently restricts any adventurous explorers from excitedly traversing its softened floors. The discrete pursing of nude lips serves as an indication of the contemplative mood that she has abruptly found herself in as a result of engulfing the sight of the supposedly enlightened young woman - young witch.
❝ You're missing two-thirds of your group. ❞
