 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash had been pushing it. She could die at any moment. That's why she was extra compliant in muggle studies. It was the class with the most potential for awfulness. She nodded at Schmoe. "Good morning professor." She sat down, sitting up straight, taking mental deep breaths to calm down. She could feel her blood boiling, and now was not the time. She attempted a smile. Ash was the image of a calm, cool, collected, and compliant happy child. Now was not the time to push it. Now was never the time to push it. Especially since she'd prefer to be alive. |