 Ama, Gemma, Carla and Tegz. Wowza!
.... UGH.
Of course, figures that after Woodson Whitcomb decides to grace them all with his presence, Sebastian would waltz in as if he OWNED the place. Which he didn't, he didn't own anything, and clearly, did not know how to differ a good purse from a cheap and regular one.
Clearly.
However, as much as the presence of The Devil made her blood boil, and not only that, but also made her feel like beating him down with the first thing that could harm him and that she could get hold on (like her shoe), Willow was not about to let that Being (inferior and unimportant one at that) know how much he annoyed her.
And the only way to accomplish this was to imagining herself smashing her show against his perfectly straight nose. Mmhmm. Now THAT was a funny picture. And it worked, thankfully, for the only acknowledgement the seventh year gave the blond was an amused and superior glance.
Because Whitcomb was laughable. And Daphne 'Pants Girl' Hopton, clearly, agreed - of course. ANYONE in their right mind would agree with her on that.
Aftering offering the Hopton girl a smile that could have be interpreted as conspiration, the green eyed girl focused her attention on the blonde and younger girl by the door. "Celandine Toussaint," Greeted the brunette with a polite nod and an equally small, albeit polite, smile to match.
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