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-My anger flares a little at being told what to do. The storm increases back up to 95%-

 

(I'm still confuzzled Bridget. (*☻-☻*))
-She redos her stictches-
"Better?"
"Much."

 

-I slowly start descending the power dropping to 75%-

 

-She pulls some hair over the stitching and pets hazel-
"Your the best."

 

(Bridget, just put yourself somewhere likely, like the Great Hall, and go from there...)

 

-My feet touch the ground and the storm drops to 40%-

 

"And I won't have to say a word the one that got away...."

 

-My eyes to glowing and only ten percent of the storm remains-

 

(eyes stop*)

 

"I would be your June, and you would e my July...."

 

-I walk into the great hall-

 

-The storm dissipates and I drop to my knees feeling drained-

 

"We would steal you parents liquor, and climb on the roof and talk about about our future, as if we had a clue..."

 

-I wrap my arms around her and sob-