Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38918140-20190326010847/@comment-38918140-20190403232323

"Because. I wanted to talk, and to get away from Evi. Come on, let's go to my room, she'll be home any minute." They go upstairs to Verity's third-story room. There's a human television and tons of dvds piled next to it in milk crates. There are even a bunch of the latest human game consoles. There's a large white desk with alchemy equipment set out all over it. There's  corner with what looks like a really big doggy bed that has the word ORANGE printed on it in big letters. And, curled up on the bed, there's a little boy who looks a lot like Verity. Verity notices him and runs over. "Percy, are you okay? What happened?" "I hurt my hand." He says. Verity holds it tenderly. The boy's hand is blackened to a crisp. Verity's eyes widen. "Let me hail Elwin." She says. But then, a gentle knock on her door, and everyone's heads whip around and they freeze. "Don't answer" Verity says. "She'll go away if you don't answer."