SEVEN ‹

[ghostlighter]

[Enter the Griever! As always, the blond hair, glowing red eyes and echo-y voice pretty much guarantee you won't recognize him as Chris. He appears with some momentum, and smacks into the wall of the ballroom. A hand is at his side, where some green blood seeps slowly through his fingers. He looks pretty incredulous.]

Who actually gives a little girl a sniper—?! [Realization dawns!] ...rifle. [He knocks his head back against the wall. Guess who just discovered his merge with Henrietta?] You've got to be kidding.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...guess who has been watching with a dark expression.]

[ghostlighter]

[...?]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....hugs her violin case and glares over Willow's head in no particular direction]

She's a witch.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah...?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You never said if your family was. Were they?

[ghostlighter]

[... long pause. Noncommittal shrug.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hugs it tighter and stares at the not-floor with a sullen expression.]

[ghostlighter]

Why do you want to know?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...nothing, signore.

[ghostlighter]

I'd like a real answer, please.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...fft. She runs her thumb along the neck of her case.]

[ghostlighter]

... Henrietta. Why does it matter?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It doesn't, signore.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Ah... Something wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[GUH DOES NOT WANT.] ...no, signorina.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

That expression and your tone of voice says otherwise. [Sighs a bit.] It's the 'witch' word, isn't it? Seems that stigma still exists...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't care about that. [Not looking at Willow.]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Then why are you looking at me like you want to hurl a dagger at my head? [So ready with a barrier spell if that's the case.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't have daggers, signorina.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Then why... Ooooh, now she gets it.] Ah, I know what the problem is.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Taken off-guard] ...you do?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[She crouches, getting down to her level.] I think so... You're jealous, right? You don't want me so close to him.

[A smile.] I just helped him as a friend. I have a girlfriend that I love very much off the Plane. You don't have to worry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fnskd] I-- [B-BLUSHING]

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[A chuckle.] Your secret's safe with me. Promise. [Offers a pinkie.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stares at the proffered pinkie.] What's that mean?