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Mason glowered at Izverg. Now they were supposed to BRUSH these things? What were they? Royalty? Um no, hon. There was no way that she was going to brush it when she hadn't even gotten enough time to brush her own hair. Ponytails were legit life-savers on days like this. . .
And now Draper was offering her some sort of beverage. . . hmmm. "How do I know that you're not taking a page out of Myer's book?" What if he spiked it as well? Would she shrink? Would Izverg step on her afterwards? Hmmm. "You're not even a Potion-Master, did you run it by Newton? Do you even know it was brewed correctly?" Mum said to never take stuff from randos. . . and Draper was definitively a rando.
Before Draper could even answer, however, she grabbed the little vial from his hands and stuffed it into one of her robe's pockets. "Thanks, Prof." she cast one last suspicious-look his way, "If I start to feel like I'm dying, I'll drink it." And by dying she meant the moment her face started getting ugly.
Now, bye bye, Draper. I've got a pupper to notbrush. Did they HAVE to brush it's teeth as well? This thing really did get 5-star-treatment, which was unfair considering that this was child-labour and they weren't getting paid. Mason would like to get paid in chocolate frogs, peppermint to be exact. She wasn't taking Izverg, that much was sure. . .
Speaking of the little brat. Why was it just laying there? "Come on, I need to brush you." What? "This isn't any time for a nap!" She poked at it with the end of her brush, trying to breath in as little of it's gross-hair as possible. Merlin, why were these things so difficult??? It didn't even open an eye when she poked its soft little body, didn't even protest when she started running the brush over it in its comatose-like-state.
Now she knew how Aria must feel trying to wake her up in the mornings. . . |