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Georgiana waved her hand at her apology about the shirt, it was just some damn shirt. It was easily replaceable, what Nicky was crying about was wayy more important. Besides, their had to be some spell to fix it, right? Eh, whatever. She blinked when Nikki snapped but took no offense, obviously she was upset, and it was natural for her to be snappy. Heck, she knew she was when she was hurting.
Taking the seat next to Nikki, Georgie pushed herself slightly with her foot and looked at Nikki, she wracked her brain for what could've happened but came up empty. She tilted her head to the side and frowned, "What happened? Or, do you not want to talk about it?"
Good, she wasn't mad at Nikki. She smiled softly at Georgie before looking down at her purse. She pulled it open and took out her little mirror, staring at her reflection. Whoa. There were blobs of make up all over her check. Half was mascara and the other half was eyeliner.
"Oh wow, I look awful!" She said dropping the mirror in her bag and closing it.
She sighed and swung back and forth gently. Did she really want to talk about it? Well she sorta of wanted to. When she had been younger, her mother had told her that she couldn't bottle her angrer up. Because sooner or later she would explode and probably hurt an innocent person.
"Well I arrived at Madam Pudifoots. I was five minutes late, rule number 5." She began.
"I sat down and he told me I looked really pretty." She smiled a little, remembering the comment. She looked down at her green dress and black leggings.