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Morgan was startled when Sam began to tend to her hand. She hadn't noticed she was bleeding. Not that it mattered, what with the small wounds already beginning to close. One or two little pieces of the glass hit the table with a "tink" as they were forced out of her hand. Luckily Sam had a napkin handy to cover the rest before they could fall and draw attention. Morgan was reluctantly thankful for that, and sneered at Sam as he kissed the back of her hand. Who was the one who caused her to shatter the glass in the first place?
It was strange to feel the glass being forced out of her skin and into the little pocket the napkin provided. But there was no time to dwell on it, for the scent of human blood soon joined the air over their table. Moira spoke at the same time Morgan noticed it. "It... is alright..." It didn't have that extra spark that Sam's blood held, but the smell was lovely, of course. One might equate it with the smell of a fresh baked pie; quite desirable, but not enough to send someone into a famished frenzy. Morgan was quite positive Moira knew of her condition. After all, their fathers did business together and though Morgan was could pass for human with her half blood, her father could not with his full.
The redhead watched Adriane out of the corner of her eye as she made a show of getting off the table and took her leave. That girl was the very definition of Slytherin. Morgan made a mental note to keep an eye on her. She seemed to pop up at the worst times. "Moira, it is fine, we can-" but what they could, Moira didn't get to know because Sam was dragging Morgan away. The mere suddenness of the action was the only reason the boy had gotten away with it. A waitress rushed over to the now freed space at the table with her wand out to assist poor Moira. Morgan eyed Sam suspiciously. "It seems to me that you are the one who is doing the leaving." She said, nodding her head to the door that Sam backed as she pulled herself free from his grasp. Unwrapping her hand, careful to keep the glass pieces in the napkin, she flexed her hand a bit. Good as new. "...thank you, by the vay." she added as an afterthought; but with the slip of her accent, not as nonchalantly as she had hoped.
It was strange to feel the glass being forced out of her skin and into the little pocket the napkin provided. But there was no time to dwell on it, for the scent of human blood soon joined the air over their table. Moira spoke at the same time Morgan noticed it. "It... is alright..." It didn't have that extra spark that Sam's blood held, but the smell was lovely, of course. One might equate it with the smell of a fresh baked pie; quite desirable, but not enough to send someone into a famished frenzy. Morgan was quite positive Moira knew of her condition. After all, their fathers did business together and though Morgan was could pass for human with her half blood, her father could not with his full.
The redhead watched Adriane out of the corner of her eye as she made a show of getting off the table and took her leave. That girl was the very definition of Slytherin. Morgan made a mental note to keep an eye on her. She seemed to pop up at the worst times. "Moira, it is fine, we can-" but what they could, Moira didn't get to know because Sam was dragging Morgan away. The mere suddenness of the action was the only reason the boy had gotten away with it. A waitress rushed over to the now freed space at the table with her wand out to assist poor Moira. Morgan eyed Sam suspiciously. "It seems to me that you are the one who is doing the leaving." She said, nodding her head to the door that Sam backed as she pulled herself free from his grasp. Unwrapping her hand, careful to keep the glass pieces in the napkin, she flexed her hand a bit. Good as new. "...thank you, by the vay." she added as an afterthought; but with the slip of her accent, not as nonchalantly as she had hoped.
