[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/c9f7c4xn5/tumblr_n3hck7_QCAL1tsda0jo1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	[color=#cc33ff]"No,"[/color] Guin said flatly, crossing her arms. She knew what she had seen and Lance had been freaked out by it as well. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have bothered pointing it out to her. She wasn't just about to let Lance convince her she was crazy. Her mother tried that sort of tactic way too often in her opinion and she wasn't about to stand for it. [color=#cc33ff]"You said so yourself - he was looking at us and by us, you meant [i]you.[/i] And as for the odds, I can fucking do math, okay?"[/color] She cut herself off before she made a comment about how her family's intelligence was better than his. She didn't want to hurt Lance. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"And it doesn't matter that the odds are low. The odds were low that Dad'd come out of that wormhole. Or that I'd be born, given Dad's aversion to children. Or that Ireland would beat Bulgaria, despite Krum catching the snitch. In all of those cases, the odds were low - but it still fucking happened. So lecture me on probability when we're dealing with a hypothetical, not when we have actual evidence that someone is interested in you and we don't know why."[/color] She was still moody from what Banner had said earlier and she took a breath, scratching at her wrist. 

	She didn't like this at all.