 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Morgan was getting a little frustrated. Why weren't they doing what he wanted to do? He wanted to get on brooms and fly, not play with toys! But he turned to Gunnar when he spoke. Would Mommy let them go outside? She didn't let him get on a broom before, maybe she wouldn't. So instead he pouted a little as he watched one of the dumb flying people, holding his hand out to try to make it crash. "I want to be the boss."
"I don't think Mom would let us anyway," Gunnar told Ale with a shrug. And that was okay with him. He might have had his own junior broom, but he didn't care that much about flying anyway. Playing with these figures was pretty cool actually, especially if they had some going against each other. "That's so cool that Aunt Mariel used to be a player. Too bad she wasn't still so we could go to games and watch." He kind of ignored Morgan's moodiness for now. Sometimes you just kind of had to. "Did you bring any more of these guys?" They could have their own mini game.
Regina followed Chloe into the bathroom and waited for her to get the makeup. This was going to be super fun! And they were going to look like grown up models. Uh oh. They weren't going to get in trouble, were they? But Regina quickly got down on her hands and knees and grabbed as much makeup as she could in her hands, shoving it into the bag.
__________________ 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 |