[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A020F0]Waverley Watts[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d72f0c2c2cd8e1f3f97b84e343e0516a/tumblr_pshnnbcZMI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - Coffee Shop -> The Augery
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Musical Mystiokinesis[/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley didn't at all mind third-wheeling with Marco and Emily; she was a hopeless romantic, just as many artists are, and the two of them shared one of the purest loves she'd ever encountered. She liked to think that even simply being around the pair, she'd somehow absorb some scrap of their adorably sappy vibes like some sort of love sponge, which might later fuel her musical creativity. The cheery smile that had rested contently on her lips on their way to the Augery, however, faded as they stepped inside, immediately greeted by a floor filled with the remains of stuffed animals who looked as though they'd been torn asunder by an angry deity as a punishment for their hubris. She didn't even see the painting at first, instead still horrified by the intestines of stuffing that littered the ground.

	[color=A020F0]"By God is right..."[/color] Waverley agreed as she kneeled to the ground, picking up a bit of stuffing and feeling it between her fingers like some stuffed animal homicide detective. The girl had a bad habit of anthropomorphizing things, and it definitely didn't help that stuffed animals were made to be anthropomorphized. She couldn't help but try to patch up some of them. Plus, she told herself, it would be good practice. So, while Em studied the painting and Marco went to wake up Alexandra, Waverley began to softly sing under her breath.

[center][i][color=A020F0]"Don't be afraid when clouds are brewin' in your heart
If you can dream just send a wish out in the dark
And do the Care Bear's Countdown
5, 4, 3, 2, 1"[/color][/i][/center]

	Waverley was more surprised by the fact that she still knew even a snippet of the Care Bears Countdown than she was by the fact that it didn't work right away. She pouted for a moment, before repeating the countdown. Her second try was much more successful, and she watched with a grin as the bit of stuffing she held wiggled out of her fingers, finding its way back to the stuffed animal it had been torn out of. By the time they were done repairing themselves, a good half of them were in pristine condition. Waverley got back to her feet, and only then did she see the painting the sleeping psychic had painted. [color=A020F0]"Oof, that's...that's grim,"[/color] she commented, before pulling out her phone and taking a quick photo of it, just in case they needed to take a look at it later.