[center][h2] - Emily 'Jolt' - [/h2][/center]
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As Elidh spoke up Emily gave her a quick glance, but it soon became clear that no support would be had from that direction. Apparently her new friend was content to skulk off back to her room with her tail between her legs. Worse yet she seemed to be implying this was her fault, as if she had something to apologise for. Emily hadn't forced Elidh to do jack of shit, she'd come up here of her own free will. Just because it was her idea didn't mean Elidh got to blame it all on her. The accusing tone of Elidh's eyes soon morphed Emily's look of mild surprise into a glare of anger and disappointment, and Elidh would feel those twin points burning into the back of her head as she walked down the stairs. For some reason it was so much worse coming from someone whom she had, however momentarily, put her trust in. It seemed even when she wasn't the only monster, there still wasn't anyone else on her side. The incompetent nightguards and cops had just been replaced by something far scarier, and with far less scruples.

Turning her attention back to Amelia, the ancient witch would notice something had very definitively changed in Emily's posture. Whereas previously she had been leaning back and smiling in suppressed fear, now she simply glared up at the head mistress. Emily found any trace of fear, including the quite rational fear of consequences, quite suddenly drowned by a wave of stubborn anger. "Oh I'm sorry miss, seems I didn't hear a word I just said. Just sounded like 'I like locking up little kids and I don't need to justification' to me. Damn, must be something wrong with my ears." Her tone absolutely deadpan she stared at the witch. There was no way that sarcasm or stubborn rebelliousness were going to improve her situation any, but such considerations were the furthest thing from her mind at the moment, as this one woman seemed to embody everything that had gone wrong. "Also, really? Kill me? You must not have left your little school for the last 500 years if you think humans still hunt monsters. Certainly explains your sense of fashion, and the 'I am the law' shtick. Though if they were hunting me down, I sure didn't notice it in all the time I spent out there." All this time Emily's hands remained firmly at her side, although they were now balled into fists. She was this close to punching Amelia in the face, although considering the gap in power it most likely wouldn't amount to much.