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redifer 
Medea laughed inwardly. She was completely satisfied with his reaction, which appeared to be scared to death. Eeeexcellent. Maybe he’ll go away. She really was very busy. The green eyed woman had a long list of ‘to-dos’.
The list included, but was not limited to, 1.)Stare angrily at people 2.) Watch everyone’s every move 3.) Judge any and everyone she saw 4.) Make fun of everyone 5.) Lastly, make at least one enemy. She didn’t need friends, they were a liability.
She learned that early on in her life. The few times she had gotten close to someone it ended up being disastrous. Because of this she had no friends – this included best friends and boyfriends. The 32 year old woman actually had grown accustom to being a loner – honestly she enjoyed it. And Merlin forbid she actually got lonely, she had a brother and sister she could call upon. And really they were only good for being the butt of her jokes. Neither one of them was all that witty…. Or smart.
The boy-man spoke. Awww, was that his attempt at a joke??! Too cute. Glancing back at him for a moment her expression told shown that she was judging him. Judging him and his stupid un-witty remark. Medea smirked, he assumed her. Much in the same way her siblings did.
Just as she stood from dropping the food he squealed like a pig. Yup that’s how she’d describe that noise. As her food went soaring toward the garbage she looked at the boy-man wand in hand. Something had obviously scared him yet she could not see anything that would typically be associated with fear.
…. Oh, wait. No way. Really?!
Realizing what it was that scared him she smirked again and slipped her wand back into its holster.
She leaned back on to the wall for a moment, eyeing him. He was obviously shaken. Oh this was good.
Medea moved slowly. Stopping when her face was directly in front of his. The dark haired woman brought her left hand to his temple and ran her finger tips through his hair finally resting her hand on the back of his head. Stopping to make eye contact for a slight momenet she gave a learing smile. She leaned very close to his ear now, mocking speaking ever so softly, ”You know it’s not real right...” Pulling away from him she returned to her spot on the wall and gave a hearty laugh.
Ok. This party wasn’t so bad. At least she had already completed a good deal of things on her list. And she was certain after that last little show this boy-man would not like her, and that would round out the list of to do’s very nicely.
That. Was. Embarrassing.
Mason coughed and scraped his shoe on the floor, pretending to look busy. He looked up with a weird grin on his face.
"What was that... weird noise? Sounded like a... Pygmy Puff." Pygmy Puff.
Pygmy Puff? Did those furry creatures even make noises?
Mason scanned the room without actually looking at anything or anyone. And then he looked back at the woman. Because she was getting close to him. REALLY close to him!
Aw, come on! Now this was just cruel! Soon, the woman's fingers moving down the side of his face, and then in Mason's hair and now on the back of his head... Cruel. Absolutely cruel. Because he knew, he
knew what she was doing. She was trying to freak him out to no end with a side of
femme fatale.
He let her finish her business with her whispering in his ear and all and he just stared at her as she leaned back up against the wall and laughed
like a maniac. Pff.
Gah, he was such a loser. No comebacks. No witty remarks. Nothing. Hopeless.
"Impressive." Was all he could mumble out and took another sip of his water.
Where was the alcohol?