[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Compartment 15
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Fae's lips curled down into a frown as Elizabeth shook her head. Fae was about to protest. She wasn't sure what exactly she was going to say, but she just knew that she didn't want to stay where she was, even if Elizabeth's worries were valid. There was an energy pumping through her body, a tension her insides were pulled into. She wanted, almost needed, to punch something, preferably a Death Eater. Being forced to stay locked up in the compartment was torture. She felt like a water balloon being filled up to full, or a dead rat who'd just been hit with the Growing Charm; she felt ready to pop. Luckily, Beatrice's words managed to distract her from doing so.

[color=orange]"Er...uh..."[/color] Fae stammered out as the young Haywood girl questioned her profanity. It was suffice to say that brutish girl didn't have a filter, especially when it came to her language. She'd learned to curse from her pops at around age four, and had only been introduced to the concept of censoring when she came to Hogwarts. Clearly, even after all her years there, she still hadn't gotten used to it. Luckily, Elizabeth jumped in, her sharp wit stringing together a reasonable lie. Fae quickly nodded in agreement, proceeding to build upon Elizabeth's deception. [color=orange]"Yeah, it's, like, Welsh slang for scaredy cat,"[/color] she said, shooting Elizabeth a look of both gratitude and praise. When Chiara's soft voice rang out, her adrenaline began to drain from her bones, her shoulders dropping, a look of compassion taking over her face. The urge to attack softened into an urge to protect, and she nodded. 

[color=orange]"Of course, dwt. Of course,"[/color] she replied, her normally powerful voice softening in attempt to meet the softness of Chiara's own. She then turned her face back to the door, keeping in place ready to flick her cards at anything that might come through the entrance.