The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. Or that was what the girl had been told most of her life. People did messed up things to others and needed to just OWN it. Like really own it. The whole argument about good intentions always irked Dora. I wasn't TRYING to be rude. My intentions were good when I told you you looked fat in that dress! PFFT.

Rubbish.

"Well, sir, I think the argument could be made that is dabbling in any sort of magic necessary. Muggles seem to get along just fine without it," she said with a small smile. Logic wasn't sound, plant man. "And we absolutely DO have both inside of us. Absolutely. There can't be good without bad. An internal balance I guess you could say. Just like some plants are poisonous when ingested, but you can touch them and smell them and they are safe. At least that is what I think of. Certain innocuous properties, but can be deadly also." Or maybe all of those jumbled thoughts only made sense to her.

Sue her! She was having an off day.

BLAH.

But his next words made her squint a bit. Not in like anger or anything. Just squint. Had the man ever said anything genuinely nice to her before? She was unsure. It caused a stir inside her chest. Just a tiny one.

Teensie.

"I don't know how true that is, but it's the idea. I don't plan to fail at anything." Yet she often did. Lol.

Not really funny, but whatever.