Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Emmerson didn't need to be told twice about the boxes. The "don't" that appeared before the word "touch" was about all she cared to see and the little girl immediately averted her gaze in response. See, this once defiant little girl had learned long ago that that was not how you survived a hostile takeover. Now that there were kids MISSING--gone, dead, no more--Emm was even less doing anything she wasn't given explicit instruction to do.
Call her crazy, but she...she liked being alive and if there was a light at the end of this dark tunnel, she wanted to be able to see it. "Hello, Professor." She had questions--or...old Emmerson who hadn't seen kids disappear in a puff of black smoke had questions. This Emmerson?
Nah. None.
The small child took a seat by Phoebe and Cece, more for comfort than anything else.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said. |