 Unicorn Magic Rawr-er
Gem saw a small group of girls congregate, and she slipped towards them, taking a place near Becca. She half-opened her mouth, about to suggest what the odd arrangement might be for. Maybe they were all going to duel on the table. Or learn how to turn down a harsh business deal during a meeting. Honestly, she had no idea, and she also had no time to voice her opinions. She was cut off by the Headmistress and she turned her attention to the grim woman whose voice came out dripping with dread. At once, her soaring heart began to more timidly beat, and she could feel fear begin to creep up on her, tickling the back of her neck as the hairs jolted up. But what the Headmistress said almost stopped Gemma’s breath, and she gradually began to turn a ghastly white before, with a start, she sucked in a lungful of breath. No. No. No. Not table etiquette. Gods no! The last fine supper she’d been too… Oh Hades, Poseidon and Zeus! She was dead. More than dead. She was already twenty feet under. Once, Daddy had grudgingly taken the family out to a Christmas dinner with the “normal” side of the family. No spurts of magic escaped, but Gem did manage to make a mess of everything. And it all started with the forks. One didn’t need fifteen forks. She panicked, reaches for the wrong one, changed direction, reached for another wrong one, upset her water, jumped up, bumped the table, upset the candle… An inaudible groan escaped, and she bit her lip softly.
The next few words changed her mind. "Dress up?" She echoed, a grin immediatley stretching across her lips. "Like princesses?" Maybe she could be a fairy princess. Or a pirate princess. Or a frog princess. "I want to dress up," she breathlessly declared.
__________________ {{There's only two types of guys out there; Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared}}
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship so beware |