It works for everyone else…
It’s a cute idea. But true troublemakers can’t be stopped.
Well, perhaps you should learn your lesson, then you wouldn’t need them anymore, right?
I’ve done nothing wrong and I firmly stand by my beliefs. Thanks Prior.
I don’t really understand the purpose of detentions anymore. It’s not like we learn anything from them.
There may come a day when I will need assistance in something questionable involving a sticking charm and some feathers. You have to blindly follow me. Deal?
But when it comes to pranks, don’t I always Macginnis?
I don’t know. I’m unsure if you’re really ready for it.
Always. I am always up for snacks and alcohol. There is no occasion not to be ready for it. But if you’re so insistent that I’m not ready, Macginnis, how shall I prove myself?
I won’t try and argue you. You’re allowed for your opinions.
At least my love comes with snacks and alcohol.
Forget Donovan, engulf me in your love! I’m ready!
Because he’s a git who needs to keep his hands off of my arse and my general personal space. It’d make me feel just much better for a five foot radius of distance at all times. I won’t deny he’s a good player but as a general person, I am not about him.
Accept me, Lia. Accept my love!
I don’t understand your disdain and frankly, I never want to. Captain Finn Donovan is a good man. Always has been. Always will be. Bless his soul.
As for your love, as much as I don’t want it, you’ll thrust it upon me either way. Everybody does.
Calm your tits, Villace. What do you think I was doing this afternoon? Flirting my way with Donovan? Gag.
How could you say that about our beloved Captain? Do you know how much effort he puts into us? He raised me like his own flesh and blood!
Besides, your bear thing is almost as embarrassing as your ‘reading.’ Truly, I just don’t know you sometimes.
I’m trying it out. See if it works for me.
I’ll take that compliment, Lia.
If you really wanna kick arse, you should probably practice instead of putting faith into a stuffed bear.
I don’t sleep with him! He sits on my night stand for good luck. I’m determined to kick some arse in the pitch these last few matches.
Never knew you were so superstitious.
You don’t need luck anyways. You’re nearly as good as I am. Nearly.