Daphne stared at Phoebus bent hand--wrist? Blinking up at him, she snorted a little. "That bent, huh?" asked the blond and patted the boy on the arm. Poor Bent-Quill Phoebus. Daphne would get him one if he needed one. Tugging him along to where they needed to be, instead of where Phoebus wanted to be, Miss Hopton flicked a manicured finger at the Self-Inking quills. "Oooh! I should get some of those too while I'm here. I think I'm running low."

No. No. She probably really wasn't but her trunk just was NOT full enough with school supplies! What if she ran out of ink in the middle of the night while working on a very important essay?

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Inconceivable. "Get me a shopping basket." Then she considered things better. "Please."