She was TORN.

How could they do this to her?! Book club concerning her MOST favorite book in the world and a meeting for caring for magical creatures. It was INHUMANE making her choose. It was like asking her: What would you rather live without water or air?

Okay, okay, that was a biiiiit over the top, but it HAD been a tough choice. The youngest Wayne stood by the tables switching her gaze between both groups until her feet took her toward where she most desired to go.

Picking a spot and flopping down, Beverly jerked the blanket from the spot next to her and wrapped it around her. One for sitting on and the other for warmth.