Was he really going to take that tone with her? Mel puffed an exasperated huff through her nostrils, not budging as she looked him over, a finger of red sunlight confirming that it was definitely his face. He was much more unpleasant when he was scowling. She scoffed with laughter, her face crinkling in a genuine expression of cruel bemusement at the snarled command, wetting her lips as she shook her head. "Where is it you think you are?" The question cracked like a whip, the witch's lip curling up to show her teeth in an alarmingly vicious snarl for such a tiny thing.
She neither cowered nor advanced on him, simply holding her ground. Her grip on the stick remained white-knuckled, her expression lapsing back to a cool glare that made it clear that he was not excused, and perhaps she had mistaken him for an unruly child.
She neither cowered nor advanced on him, simply holding her ground. Her grip on the stick remained white-knuckled, her expression lapsing back to a cool glare that made it clear that he was not excused, and perhaps she had mistaken him for an unruly child.
