Rosalie nodded her head at the girl mutely, then turned her glare back to the man in the doorway. She was acting like a two year old throwing a tantrum that was backed up by the hormones of a teenager. She hadn’t any thought of calming down until she had answers.
Her arms were folded stiffly across her chest, eyes burning with fury. Rosalie remained silent, waiting for one of the Professor's to speak.
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“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be.
But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.”
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