It's never the same

He stared at her, for a moment too astonished to say anything. When he did, it was first to shake his head, his angry expression not really lifting. “What the hell, Ignita? You wound me up on purpose?” He demanded to know. He couldn’t believe it. He knew she was audacious, but that was ridiculous. He leaned over and cuffed her again, a little harder this time. “You're a damn fool” He told her, far less impressed by her efforts than she was.

“I should chase you back to your storeroom hole. But we both know I won't. Apparently you can’t choose your family, even when it should be a choice.” He shook his head at her, still mad. His paw raised, as if itching to smack her again.


"Basilisk Fatalis"