It's ALIVVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! *changes out of mourning clothes*
I hope you still check this Azalis. I'm such a fool. I assumed no one had POVed but boom you did I'm so happy I thought this was gone.
"Since when have you cared about Azalia?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at Brian, "You can't just pop in one day claiming to be her godfather and suddenly control her whole life."
"Legally-" Brian started.
I cut him off, "You want to talk about what's legal? You've done many illegal things, Brian. Don't start."
Azalia coughed and I glanced at her. "Supper's over." she reminded me.
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, noting with frustration that it was still crooked, and read the time.
After awkwardly unclasping hands with Azalia, the three of us stood up.
"Uh--Brian," Azalia met his gaze, "I'd like you to check our supplies of weapons. Also Wolfsbane. We might need them again soon."
Brian nodded and I addressed Azalia, "I'll go finish paperwork. Again. Also," I glanced at the clock, "I'll get someone to fix that clock."
I heard this one thing where a guy and a girl were arguing except it was a cute argument and it reminded me of Azalia and Xavier.
I knocked on the door to Mrs. Wolfe's room, and entered without waiting for a response.
She sighed as I entered. "What is it? You should wait until I say come in, Dominic." she stared sourly at the papers on her desk. "The FWG has me doing paperwork once again."
I frowned. "Why? Can't you refuse?" I started to pace, "All they've done is commanded us to do things since we've arrived here. What right--"
"Stop pacing." Mrs. Wolfe sighed, looking exasperated. "I've already said that the FWG was kind to let us stay here. I understand," she continued as I opened my mouth to speak, "that we don't have the greatest history with them. But in the past we've united. Our grandfathers and such. They do have the right to make us work. We all need to work in order to fight Oliver."
I sat down one one of her seats with a huff.
"I know you don't really like them," Mrs. Wolfe stared at me, "but we have to put our differences aside for now. Oliver's very strong. If we fight amongst ourselves, we've already lost."
There was a moment of silence, then Mrs. Wolfe spoke, "Do you know what the month is, Dominic?"
"Um, yea. It's November." I blinked.
"And next month is Chrismas." Mrs. Wolfe smiled, "Brian and I were considering a Chrismas party. More of a dance, really. Ballroom dancing, not your generation's dancing." she rolled her eyes, "we'll have families over for dinner."
I narrowed my eyes, "Well, what if some of us are too young to dance?"
"Your birthday's next week. You'll be fourteen, which is old enough."
"Fine, but wouldn't it be dangerous to invite the families when Oliver's such a threat?" I countered.
"We have to invite them. Every year they have to come at least once. It's more than tradition. They have to see their kids." Mrs. Wolfe said, "and there's always a truce on Christmas Day. Oliver wouldn't break that."
"How do you know?"
"I know things, Dominic. Don't you have things to do?"
I grumbled angrily and left the room.
So the dance has been an idea for awhile, as you know.