Dora sighed softly from her seat next to Sam. Like... why did everything have to be so bloody predictable? A wardrobe automatically meant C.S. Lewis works, yes? She wished it wasn't so.

She liked the books well enough, but she had hoped for something a bit more... meaty if you will. Spike had read the books to her after he had read Matilda and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. HER favorite book was The Outsiders, of course, but she didn't expect them to be covering that either.

And maybe she was just ill tempered today. It wasn't unusual, after all. And especially not at this time of the month. Ahem.

"Yeah. What they said, " she answered as she drummed her nails on the hard surface in front of her.