Beautiful Obsidian
"So, um...Should I Owl you, Miss Starr?" Catastrophe asked, turning her tussled hair away from her face. "I don't want to be late on the work, either!" She laughed.
"Creative? I think I can do that." She grinned and went back to the parchment scratching, sometimes chewing on the end of her quill.
"Erm..."
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