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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 11:53:40 GMT -7
Aisling stared resolutely at herself in the mirror. Unlike her sister, Aisling wasn't commonly very impressed with what looked back at her. She hadn't experimented much with her metamorphmagus powers. But the long gash across her forehead and brow was glaring. Last night, her brother had dared her to climb the side of Yorkminster. And after all, she'd never been one to turn down a competition.
Getting up hadn't so much been the problem. Getting down was the real problem. She didn't remember much, but she did have the gash to prove her escapades. Which landed her here, in front of the mirror examining the dark red cut.
There was a knock on her door and Robert poked his head in. "How's the daredevil?" Asked the teenager smirking. Aisling stuck her tongue out at him. "I wish I had come away unscathed! This makes me look weak," said Aisling with a pout.
"No Ash," said Robert, his tone softening at once as he came to sit on the edge of her bed. "no, you look like the tough little warrior you are. After all what kind of seven year old climbs a centuries old church?" Said Robert, poking Aisling and warranting a giggle. He rose from the bed and returned to the door. "anyways wanted to tell you mum says dinner is ready in five. See you down there?
Aisling nodded with a half smile. Robert left, and she returned to her appearance. She contemplated the scar again. Robert said she looked tough. She concentrated, screwing her face up with concentration. Her hair turned bright blue. She giggled, turning her head this way and that to admire. Deciding she didn't like blue so much, she concentrated once more, her hair growing and changing to the exact shade and length of Poppy's preferred look Aisling grimaced. It was an awful look on her. But she could always change it after dinner.
With a devious smirk, Aisling flounced down the stairs to the full dinner table and fluffed her Poppy like hair. "look I'm a tough Poppy!"
Getting up hadn't so much been the problem. Getting down was the real problem. She didn't remember much, but she did have the gash to prove her escapades. Which landed her here, in front of the mirror examining the dark red cut.
There was a knock on her door and Robert poked his head in. "How's the daredevil?" Asked the teenager smirking. Aisling stuck her tongue out at him. "I wish I had come away unscathed! This makes me look weak," said Aisling with a pout.
"No Ash," said Robert, his tone softening at once as he came to sit on the edge of her bed. "no, you look like the tough little warrior you are. After all what kind of seven year old climbs a centuries old church?" Said Robert, poking Aisling and warranting a giggle. He rose from the bed and returned to the door. "anyways wanted to tell you mum says dinner is ready in five. See you down there?
Aisling nodded with a half smile. Robert left, and she returned to her appearance. She contemplated the scar again. Robert said she looked tough. She concentrated, screwing her face up with concentration. Her hair turned bright blue. She giggled, turning her head this way and that to admire. Deciding she didn't like blue so much, she concentrated once more, her hair growing and changing to the exact shade and length of Poppy's preferred look Aisling grimaced. It was an awful look on her. But she could always change it after dinner.
With a devious smirk, Aisling flounced down the stairs to the full dinner table and fluffed her Poppy like hair. "look I'm a tough Poppy!"
