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Hel didn’t hesitate as she leapt off the cliff as well, though where as Lottie skidded down on her face, Hel skidded down on her feet.

Like a pro.

The reaper easily transitioned back into a run after the ghoul, and her long scarf would be her undoing. Hel grabbed the scarf and yanked back. She then raised her other fist, having no shame in the thought of punching a first year right in the fa—

Oh, those were some magical words right there.

Hel’s fist froze and her eyes were wide as she stared at Lottie.

Now was a moment where she was using those thinking skills she acquired from Gramps. She could take Lottie’s phone right now, she could break it, she could then make the ghoul dissipate…but she’d be back. She knew where her secret spot was, and she could still hop onto the interwebs at the library and tell everyone about her secret. Mac would find out.

Though it wasn’t dirt Lottie had on her…it was still black mail.

Jack damn it.

Hel was being black mailed by a first year.

By Lottie none the less.

Oh, that made her blood boil…but the desire for this boat to be a surprise outweighed any desire to throttle Lottie and risk her talking.

Hel let go out the ghoul’s scarf, and then got right in her face, pointing a finger at her.

“If you tell anyone about that boat and where it is, this will be over, and you will be fair game, and Sally will not be able to save you from me.”

Hel clenched her fists and grinded her teeth. Oh sweet Sally…it was going to take every last ounce of self-restraint, which she barely had, to not throttle Lottie and have that picture and info go viral. She tried assuring herself that Lottie wouldn’t have this power after Christmastival was over…it was just a little more an October that she had to deal with this…

Could she do it?

The wingless valkyrie grinded her teeth harder, but stormed up to the little ghoul and then scooped her into her arms, and started to head back towards the school, carrying her bridal style.

Once back on Amity, the urge to drop Lottie onto her a** was strong…but that’d probably go against the whole ‘being nice’ thing. Ugh.

Ugh.

Not even thirty minutes into this…

Once again, Hel had to ask if she could make it to Christmastival.

Instead, Hel let Lottie fall from her arms, but she reached out to snap the ghoul by the back of her scarf once again, keeping her upright as her feet hit the ground. “There.” Hel grumped. “Now you are back at Amity, and now I am returning to my work.”

Hel’s brow twitched.

b***h, no one told Hel when she was allowed to do anything except Gramps.

Hel’s brow twitched again as Lottie demanded her number…so that she could…Oh Hel no.

“I am not your ******** dog!” She snapped, leaning and raising a fist. “I do not answer to your beck and call, you little twerp! I have a life and it does not revolve around your whims! So you better not call me at midnight for snacks, because I will not answer for I will be sleeping.” Regardless, the reaper pulled her phone out from the depths of her bosom and grumpily recited her number for Lottie.

Once Lottie’s back was turned, Hel raised her fist, like she was about to punch her retreating form…and then promptly brought it to her mouth, where she…sorta nommed on her knuckles? It was a coping mechanism…to cope with the urge of wanting to wrangle that little ghoul’s neck.

Just a little over an October…and then Lottie wouldn’t have anything on her…and then Hel could throttle her…and string her up from the flag pole…oh yes. Lottie would make a better flag than Mut…and Hel wouldn’t even help her down.

Nope.

She’d go to detention again, just for that.

With a scowl, the reaper spun on her heel, and retreated back into the woods to work on her ‘secret’ project, very mindful of anyone else around this time.