"Dearest, how long are you going to insist on moping?" Emerick questioned. "You've been at it for awhile now."
The two were seated comfortably in a carriage on their way down the road towards the count's estate. Ellie and Jacoby had traveled ahead along with most of their luggage to oversee operations, and behind them was a carriage containing Jemma, Rathus, Liron, and Dalek, the only Half-Blood Brigade members that had been living in the castle who hadn't gone off to some kind of learning facility or apprenticeship.
"I'm not moping," Trixie grumbled irritably.
"Should I call it pouting then?" Emerick chuckled.
"I'm not pouting either!" Trixie snapped.
"Are you happy then?" Emerick smirked and quirked his brow. She was so cute when she got riled up like this.
"Would you just leave me alone?!" Trixie huffed. "I'm not in the mood!"
