 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Morgan followed Gunnar and Ale to his brother's room. He was excited about the prospect of getting on brooms and flying and playing real Quidditch, but he didn't understand how they were going to do that in Gunnar's room. Real flying was outside! He watched the little flying figure for a moment, his slight interest turning to confusion. "No. I want to fly! On my broom." What was this nonsense?
Was he like this when he was Morgan's age? His little brother was always so demanding but Gunnar was usually patient with him and could often get him to calm down. Especially when he could sense a temper tantrum just around the corner. "Sure, we can do that, Morgan," he said turning his attention to the flying figure. "But we'll have to ask mom... so why don't we practice with these little guys first? We can learn all their moves and be just like the pros." It was a reach, but maybe that would draw his focus for the time being.
Her hand in Chloe's, Regina followed her to her room. Play makeup was okay, buuut.... If they could use real makeup, that would always be better. "My mom let's me use her makeup sometimes." Not really, but she didn't need to know that. Sometimes she was allowed to use tinted lip gloss for special occasions. And this counted, right? "Let's go get your mom's makeup and use that. We could do real makeovers!"
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |