 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
She hadn’t spoken up when it came to the question of which apple had been the magic one. Stasya hadn’t seen the point when everyone pretty much was just saying the same thing. Instead, she’d contented herself with the knowledge that Professor Marchand had felt the need to show her that in fact the hook wasn’t anything but a costume prop. That he felt the need to make sure she knew that. Plus there had been the distraction of Derf drumming with his apples next to her, but she’d managed to keep herself from asking if that helped. It wasn’t something she’d thought of when it had come to testing her apples after all, and others had done similar things. Maybe she’d been wrong. Except she’d come up with the same answer.
“Well, we’re magic,” she pointed out, raising her hand. “Learning spells to help ourselves cook makes sense. We could cook multiple things at once by charming things like spoons and stuff to stir for us while we’re focused on something else.” Multitasking, like Ace and Mel and some others had said. She hadn’t thought the magic apple had tasted much better, but Emmeline had made a good point too. Maybe magic food did taste different. Because it was magic.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |