 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
“The temper’s fine,” she lied staring daggers at the back of Tobi’s head as she purposefully dragged behind him now arm outstretched as Tobi kept a firm grip on her hand. It was amazing how much she could get riled up around Tobi and yet the man had the ability to calm her down as well.
Until he made comments like those about tossing her into the lake. “Do it,” she said softly. “And die.”
She fumed quietly as she followed him down the corridor not bothering to attempt to try to free herself from Tobi’s grip. Even she didn’t fully understand why she was so touchy lately. Maybe she had taken a blood boiling potion without realizing it. Then again, perhaps it was Tobi’s infuriatingly welcomed and quite frequent company that was just driving her nuts.
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