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Penelope didn't bother looking apologetic or even surprised when the rude boy across the pavilion figured out what was going on. She rolled her eyes slightly, an exasperation she had learned over the time spent with Cade Oakskin. Weren't the kids that sat at that table supposed to be smarter? 

"[color=bc8dbf]A bit of darkness never killed anyone,[/color]" she called back. Standing - because who wanted to actually shout across a crowd? - she crossed the pavilion. Shadow followed at her heels; his ears flattened as his sable eyed gaze fixed on the boy's face. She stopped at his table, standing with her arms crossed. 

The shadows slowly slipped away, melting back into their original form. "[color=bc8dbf]I suppose your mother never taught you manners. It happens to be rather impolite to stare. I was simply asserting my displeasure. Would you mind apologizing?[/color]" She kept her tone as flat as she could, but she couldn't help the edge of anger that made her Irish lilt a bit more pronounced. This was probably the most she had said to anyone at camp yet, but it was also the first time she had been angry at anyone in earnest. She might not have been physically intimidating - only five foot three, underweight, and lacking much in muscle mass - but she knew how to harden her eyes and the look on her face to make someone think twice about messing with her. That glare was what she leveled on the boy before her now.