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[sub]Speaking with: [color=82ca9d]Uaithne[/color] [@Tracyarmav][/sub][/center]
Maggie watched as Uaithne effortlessly jumped down to scour the bushes for her book- it must have been his height that gave him a nimble advantage. As he reappeared and carefully handed it up to her as if it was made of glass, she graciously took it, thanking him for retrieving it (even though it was his fault she dropped it in the first place). She leafed through the chapters and tried to figure out where she had left off, as unfortunately the boy was incorrect as to what page she last read. Maggie wished she had invested in one of those magnetic bookmarks when she was last at the library, it would have saved her a lot of time in the long run and in situations like this.  

After listening to his commentary on the group, she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. The crowd may have been intimidating, but that didn’t mean that Maggie had an aversion to any of the other witchlings. [color=ACA1CD]“I never said any of you were rabid,”[/color] The blonde raised an eyebrow at Uaithne, [color=ACA1CD]“And I doubt that this evening's events will change that.”[/color] Giving up on finding the correct page and closing the novel, she let it rest on her extended legs. [color=ACA1CD]“I could theoretically come and sit with everyone, but I doubt I’d be able to make any progress with all of the chit-chat.”[/color] 

Maggie’s gaze drifted down to the sundress she was wearing at the mention of it, the bottom hem of the skirt billowing ever so slightly in the breeze. [color=ACA1CD]“Umm, thanks... I guess.”[/color] She replied uncomfortably, unsure of how to take a compliment from someone other than her mother. The girl was not often one to be the recipient of praise based on her looks, so she brushed it off as just him trying to be nice. Quickly desiring to switch the subject, she slid off of the railing, landing on the balls of her feet and clutching her book so as to not drop it once more. Uaithne made a fair point that she would draw more attention showing up late than walking over now- she hadn’t thought about that.

[color=ACA1CD]“Say no more, I’ll read at the table.”[/color]