With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 27, 2019 15:13:16 GMT
"Oh, golly gobsmackers, can it really? You must be super duper smart to know that... I've never even heard of that happening before and I bop all of my friends noses all the time," Vi said, eyes widening as she went to cup her nose. A nose bleed... well, that was no good, was it? She'd hate to accidentally give one to Clary or Felix or Flora! Then a thought hit her and she propped her chin up with her elbow resting on her knee. "Maybe your parents told you big fibby wibs as an itty bitty tyke? My ma told me that if you pull an icky face and the wind changes, it'd get stuck like that!"
"Ohhhh, a, uh... menaji... er, duo. Thingy. Majigy. The thing where you smoochie all the people at one time - or I guess in your case, hide lots of honey bunnies under your blanket at the same time!" Vi said brightly, deciding to bypass the whole mention of the multiple people sweating under the one blanket. Sounded super duper gross... hadn't Mark discovered a cooling charm by now?
The way that Mark was sitting as Vi approached, so far that he may very well break his gosh darn tootin' back, was enough to make Vi take one big step backwards. "Nopity nope. I wouldn't dare, especially if you're gonna sit like way back there like you've seen a flippity floppity flobberworm instead me," Vi said, shrugging as an easy smile graced her lips. "I'll leave you and your honey bunnies to do all the smooching instead, Mark." It really a bit of a shame given that Mark, despite his prickly cactus exterior, was actually quite cute. But there were more fish in the sea, so to speak!
”Well, I am super duper smart!” Mark replied while arching a dark eyebrow as a smirk formed on his face.
What was wrong with him? He had forgotten all about the violin case that was placed on the table next to him. More importantly, he has forgotten all about how much he disliked Viola. Right now, the girl amused him, although he still felt rather annoyed at her choice of phrasing most of the time. He was sure that his parents would burn him alive if he came home talking like that. Yet, that did not prevent him from keeping her company for a little longer. Especially since their conversation suddenly turned rather interesting.
“You can just call it an orgy.” He said calmly and looked at his nails – acting as if they were more important than what the two of them were talking about.
Mark felt victorious when Viola stepped back. He knew she would not kiss him. All talks and no action. And she even disguised it as if it was his own fault. She could pretty well kiss him if she wanted to, but clearly Viola did not dare. Mark did not prevent his face from showing a smug grin, when she said no.
“I knew you wouldn’t do it, Rosaline. Even though I dared you to. So what, if I don’t find the idea of us kissing delicious. When have you ever cared about what other people thought? I mean, you can just close your eyes.” He would not beg her to kiss him – no thank you – he would much rather snog Aiden Valentino, however, he could not help to poke to her a little.
Finally thinking that he has found something he could annoy her with.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 28, 2019 10:34:30 GMT
It was good news to hear that Mark was confident enough to confirm that he was super duper smart, instead of being modest and shrugging it off. "I adore that you don't deny your strengths! So many people do, but you don't and that's commendable. Gold star for you!" Vi said brightly, grinning up at Mark.
Gosh, Mark was a lot more fun to talk to than Vi had originally thought he was going to be. Turned out, he had an itty bitty witty reply for whatever she teased him about, which practically made her bubble up with happiness. She loved talking to someone so responsive, even if it wasn't always the most pleasant of replies.
"An... orgy? That's more than three, right? Like... er... four or more? Wait, no that's a foursome. Is an orgy more than five? Gosh, I suppose you'd know better than me with all your honey bunnies," Vi said, impish smile dimpling her cheeks. All this talk about menage a trios and orgies didn't phase her in the slightest. To her, it felt like they were talking about a topic as casual as the weather!
Mark's response had Vi shrugging yet again, and she even let out a small laugh. As ditsy as she appeared to be at... well, at most times, she knew what he was doing. "You're doing that reverse psychology thing majig on me, Mark. It's not gonna work. If you wanna snoggy wog me, then you can. I double dog dare you," Vi said, tongue cheekily poking out the corner of her mouth. She'd definitely be surprised if he took her up on her offer, in all honesty.
”I am very well aware of what I am good at, and what I am lacking. This is what makes me capable of working on specific things to improve myself. Complete awareness.” Oh gosh, how he sounded like his father now.
The mere idea of Mark having an orgy with whoever it was Viola imagined in her head, was laughable. The boy has never even kissed anyone before, but this was where sarcasm got him. He needed to learn that. The interesting fact about this all was that Mark did not mind the thought, in fact, it felt rather natural joking about stuff like that. Maybe it was because it was not real? After all, he imagined that he would be shyer if he talked about his bad grades, for example.
“Oh, it can be as many as you want. How many do you imagine an orgy is?” Mark asked Viola, this way getting around the question rather swiftly.
Bloody hell, she had figured him out. This girl had after all some brain behind those golden locks – somewhere. He tilted his head with a dissatisfied frown. It seemed like she wanted him to take the first step, making it easy on herself. If he grabbed her head, she would not be able to step away, which Mark decided was a bad idea. After all, he hoped that she would. Therefore, the boy took the dare.
It was with a mild irritation as if it had been his mum asking him to help her in the kitchen, he jumped down from his seat on the table. Mark was tall for his age, and he therefore leaned down to place a quick and heartless peck on her lips. Well, this was his first kiss – bravo! It was not like the hot, steaming, heartaching, delicious snog he had imagined would be with someone else. It was much like kissing your aunt. A bit hard and a bit cold.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 28, 2019 12:28:28 GMT
Mark's reply to Vi's compliment actually had the girl bursting out in giggles, clapping a hand over her mouth because so serious. So... the polar opposite of her personality. It took a moment to compose herself but when she did, she said with a voice full of amusement, "You sound like a professor's dream! Like, when you have those little chats with them one on one, the interviewy thingys, you sound like you have the answer they want to hear."
How many did she imagine in an orgy? "The entirety of fourth year and upwards so, like... a lot of people, all in your bed, cuddling. May have to shove all of the fourth year Slytherin beds together to fit everyone, d'you reckon?" Vi said, mind racing with the thought of a great big cuddly pile of people. She loved being hugged, so it was a very happy image popping up in her brain right now.
Vi only just managed to sneak her tongue back inside her mouth as Mark suddenly jumped off the table, making his quick approach. For a moment, she thought he was actually going to do something... well, scary. Especially with that glint in his eye, the one that seemed to scream 'you're so annoying.' But then he was leaning down, crashing his lips around hers, and... that was all? Colour her disappointed. "That's... gosh, Mark. Thought you would've planted a fab dabby smooch on me after all that."
Her disappointment didn't last long, however, as she came up with a splendid idea. Standing up on her tiptoes and flinging her arms over his neck, Vi's lips pressed up against Mark's. The kiss greatly contrasted the one he'd planted on her earlier, instead filled with warmth and affection. She just hoped he would kiss her back.
”Only fourth years?” Mark formed a smug smile. “I thought you had better imagination than that!”
He did not reply to how he was every professor’s dream, because in fact, he was a true pet of those said people. Mark was born and raised to follow professors, elders, powerful people, respectful people and those with knowledge. He has always felt like a robot made by his parents, but only this year – in fact, these few months – malfunctions have suddenly occurred. For example, today. He would never have kissed Viola, if you had asked him a few weeks ago.
After his kiss, he had thought that this would end. He had his first kiss, and it was not as he had imagined – boo-hoo. And it was not with the person he had imagined either – too bad. Yet, he had not expected Viola to act upon it. He had completely believed that she would either pull away or be satisfied with that simple gesture. The fact that she did neither took him by surprise, and as he stood stunned by her decision to stand still while he had kissed her, he automatically allowed the girl to wrap her arms around him and give him another kiss. A different one.
It sent small jests of fire down his body, and it gathered inside his stomach. Mark was not in love with Viola. How could he be? The girl has always been annoying to him. He could not change what he thought of her so quickly. However, the kiss was hot and extremely addictive, and apparently you did not have to be in love with a person to kiss him or her. Something deep inside of him made him move instinctively – ignoring every red light signaling that this was not proper behavior. He opened his lips and responded her kiss with a little of hesitation, although as his hands moved to her waist, it turned more confident.
Gosh, he liked kissing. Even if it was someone like Viola Rosaline. Sweet Merlin, if she could make him feel like that, then imagine how it would be to kiss someone you loved. His fingers tugged a little piece of her blonde hair away from her face as he broke off the kiss and let his hand move down her jawline, lifting her chin.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 30, 2019 8:35:20 GMT
The smug smile that donned Mark's face had Vi laughing and shaking her head. "You need to clean those ears out, Marky Mark! I said fourth and upwards," Vi told him, twiddling a strand of hair before tucking it behind her ears. Then a cheeky grin crossed her face as she reached out to gently prod Mark's side. "I thought you had better hearing that that. Maybe you're secretly an 80 year old."
It took a few seconds for Mark to warm up though heckeroni, the thought that he wouldn't even kiss her back definitely rushed through Vi's mind. He was such a confusing creature at times, standoffish and closed off but touchy when you said the wrong thing. But when he did kiss her back, relief flooded Vi's veins.
By Merlin, it was wonderful, especially as she could feel him gain momentum, his hesitant kiss turning into one with equal compassion, his hands moving to grip her waist which she adored. Instantly, she melted into his touch, her body pressed up against his as her own fingers gently twisted the dark hair at the nape of his neck, playing with the soft strands.
But then suddenly, he broke the kiss and Vi gazed up at Mark, her face open and her eyes wondrous. Then a slow smile moved across her lips, giggling as he mentioned falling for him. "In case you haven't noticed, silly billy, I'm standing not falling. Though, on my tippy toes which is kinda starting to hurt," she said, before rocking back to plant her feet flat on the ground. "I don't really... I mean, I adored smooching you and I wouldn't mind doing it again but I'm not really a... boyfriend or girlfriend kinda girl, y'know?"
Thank Voldemort and all of his followers that Viola felt the same as Mark – well, unless she was lying, but he decided to believe her – it was much easier that way. She did not want to strike up a relationship with him, and he felt rather relieved that her eyes had not turned into two heart-shaped things when she looked at him. She was the same laid-back and extremely silly Viola as she used to be. Weirdness put aside, she was very good looking, and he adored her blonde hair. Yet there was something about Viola that did not do the trick for him. She was a good kisser however, and he would not mind doing it again. So, without being afraid of hurting her (in fact, that thought had not even occurred to him), he said exactly how he felt.
“So, to sum up, don’t expect me to show up with roses and chocolates on the doorstep to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Or ask you out for a date at Madam Pudding-Foot or whatever her name is. This is completely physical… And probably just a “one time thing”. Nothing else.” He stated letting his hand drop but not without caressing her arm on its way down.
The kiss had left his heart beating rapidly however, making it ache for more. It had felt so hot doing something forbidden. Well, forbidden for him, because his parents would fall down dead, if they ever heard that he had snogged a girl in an empty classroom. They would probably take him out of school, claiming that it had a bad influence.
“Have you gone further than just kissing with other people?” He asked her as he narrowed his eyes.
Post by VIOLA ROSALINE on Jul 31, 2019 13:18:38 GMT
As Mark told her not to expect anything, Vi's lips twitched with complete and utter amusement. She would never, in a million years, think he'd do something like that anyway. Even in a relationship. He very much seemed like the type to maybe hold your hand in the hall if you were lucky, but not the type to physically lay the affection on, nor give gifts. It was a shame, given he was quite handsome and she was certain there were people in Hogwarts eager to date him. She was sure they'd be let down but since she wasn't interested in dating him anyway, it was no biggie wiggie to her.
"Okie dokes! Well, Marky Mark. I hope you tell all your honey bunnies not to expect on that... or am I just special?" she teased, before standing on her tiptoes and giving him a quick smooch on the cheek. It was a shame she'd taken her lipstick off, as she'd imagine it'd have left quite a fab mark (heh) behind. His hand trailing down her arm caught her attention and Vi was tempted to entwine her fingers with his, let his hand envelope hers, and so she did. Friends could hold hands, right? Speaking of which... with a twinkle in her eye, she asked, "So does kissing make us pals now or can I not expect that either?"
His question had her letting out quite a shocked laugh though, completely caught off-guard. "Have you?" she returned, though she wasn't offended by the question, just curious instead. "I only smooched a boy last year, a girl this year... and nopity nope, no further than kisses! Though sometimes I wonder what it'd be like. But I think my mums would kill me if I did anything more than kissing and they found out. They gave me the great big 'talk' in the summer and I know how to not get all preggy pregs they're a bit... worry warty, I think. I get it, I just... wouldn't want to be pregnant at fourteen. People think I'm super duper dumb, but I'm not a silly billy. I know how to protect myself from sex."
One of the annoying things about kissing Viola Rosaline was how much he wanted to do it again. She was still annoying as hell, and there was no way he would ever have a relationship with her, but the more he looked at her after their shared kiss, the more attractive he found her. The way the light made her hair sparkle, her intense eyes, her lips, her skin. Heck, even that godforsaken lipstick did the trick for him right now, despite the fact that she had wiped it off. He needed one of his friends to hit some sense into his head. Maybe he should talk to Alexander to do this? He seemed like a fella that picked his mates with care, and who would never kiss random people. Or maybe Aiden Valentino, if he wanted more tough love… He was sure that this particular Ravenclaw would drown Mark’s face in a brown tainted lavatory, if the Slytherin even dared to mention snogging Rosaline. Maybe he needed some lavatory drowning?
“I tell this to everyone I put my lips on!” Mark said narrowing his eyes, as he for a moment forgot about his little white lie about orgies.
Viola allowed herself to hold his hand, and it felt extremely awkward. Instead, Mark let go of her and quickly leaned in to place a feather light kiss on her cheek, whispering afterwards:
“Pals? Well, maybe acquaintances…”
For some reason, calling her a friend like he called Alex or Cassidy made him feel uneasy. It was a stronger feeling than he could acquire today. Besides, he had kissed neither of the two other Ravenclaws to call them pals. Instead, they had both automatically fallen into that category, because Mark really liked them. Therefore, it was a bit too precious to call Viola a pal just yet. Then what was she to him? Maybe something close to an annoying cousin, you allowed yourself to snog on occasion. Well, that sounded extremely disgusting.
“Err, no I have not.” Mark quickly replied to his own question that was thrown back at him, forgetting all about that little lie he has told. “Not yet.” He added. “My parents have not given me the talk yet, and I am sure that I would rather have a house elf do it than either of them.” He formed a disgusted grimace – he was sure that either his parents nor himself would ever survive such conversation. “Who would you want to have sex with then? If you could pick anyone from Hogwarts?” Mark asked and completely ignored another interesting fact about Viola; she had two mums – that did not bother him however.
"Do all of the people you put your lips on like it when you tell them that? Do you have return customers?" Vi teased, reaching out to gently prod Mark's side again. He really was... just very handsome. She imagined there quite a few girls and... "Do you kissy wissy boys as well or is it just only girly wirlies for you?" The thought of Mark kissing another boy was... well, it was quite appealing, even making Vi's bright blue eyes glaze over for a bit. Who would she like him to kiss... hmm. Maybe Evan, maybe... oh, Skylar! NO! No. "You should totally smoochie wooch Liam. That'd be super duper... phew!" Vi mimicked fanning herself her hand.
Mark's let go of her hand relatively quickly - not too much of a surprise there, really, but he surprised her a split second later by planting a kiss on her cheek. "Acquaintances it is... hey, does this mean you'll say hiya to me in class then?" Maybe if she was 'lucky' he would... heckeroni, maybe one day he'd even let her sit next to him. Merlin's beard, that day piggly wigs would probably fly up high in the sky as well!
"Here I was, thinking you had all those honey bunnies in your bed. Maybe you were just all cuddly wuddly instead?" Vi joked, reaching up to twist a strand of blonde hair and tuck it behind her ear. Then she was scrunching up her nose because, "Do house elves even know about sex? D'you... d'you reckon they have it?" Golly gosh, that was such a weird thing to even contemplate. It kinda squicked her out in all honesty! But then Mark was asking who she'd do it with in Hogwarts and Vi tapped her chin thoughtfully. She'd never actually thought about who she'd sleep with when it happened. "Hmm... I... I dunno! Maybe... I guess whoever wants to do it with me and vice versa. How 'bout you?"
”I don’t care whether they like it or not. It is their problem if they want to go back to their dorms and cry about it.” He smirked arrogantly. “What does it matter? I kissed you.” Mark replied when Viola asked if he also kissed boys. “Is it a big deal whether or not I also kiss boys?” He was about to give her a whole speech about how this was not any of her business, when she mentioned someone he should smooch. “Who – the – f*** – is – Liam?”
Not that he really cared about who Viola wanted him to snog. It was not like it would happen anyway. He already had a hard time processing the fact that he had just kissed her, and the idea of doing the same with someone else (someone he did not know to be exact) sounded way off. Not quite unappealing though, but Mark would never go this far. After all, he had some dignities. And as for whether he kissed boys as well, the honest answer was no, he has never kissed a boy before. Yet, he knew deep inside of him that he wouldn’t mind it either – on experimental basis, so far. Although the mere thought of it scared the hell out of the extremely conservative Slytherin. His parents would disapprove of such behaviour very much.
“I will say hi to you in class, if you happen to sit next to me.” Mark replied as he crossed his arms, feeling very good by stating his boundaries. “I will not jump over tables and chairs to get to greet you. You are allowed to do that, however. In fact, I would love to see your acrobatic moves, Rosaline.”
Refusing to reply to the question about whether he just cuddled with his imaginary orgy buddies, Mark focused on the other interesting topic. House elves.
“I am sure that they mate, but I cannot imagine it being very romantic.” He made a disgusted grimace, “I bet it is like watching two rabbits do it.” The boy then narrowed his eyes as he sent Viola a curious glance. “So, you are not picky about who should take your virginity?” Yes, he was very straight forward. “I would be, if I was a girl. I am sure that half of the boys and girls at school would want to be with you, so you can just take your pick.”
The mere thought of picking someone to have sex with felt strange. He could not decide whether it should be someone he was comfortable around or someone who was hot, because those two matters did not particularly go hand in hand. If he picked the latter, for example, he would probably make a fool out of himself. If he picked the first choice, it would probably be boring.
“Oh well, since we have already kissed, I guess I would pick you.” He went with the most obvious answer and shrugged – hot girl and no strings attached – this was perfect.
Vi's brows raised almost as high as her hairline as Mark proclaimed he didn't care what the other people he kissed thought, although she didn't outright call him on it. She just found it super duper hard to believe that one person was so... meh, towards other's feelings. "It's not a big deal, I just wanna know," Vi said with a laugh, shrugging. "Kinda nice to think about. Makes my belly go all warm." When Mark, however, asked who the fuck Liam was, Vi gave a dramatic gasp because, "How do you not know who Liam is? He's only, like, the cooliest person ever. Gosh, I need to introduce the two of you. You'd love each other, adore each other to pieces really!"
"My gosh, I'm a lucky duck. Being said hello to in class and all," Vi said with an impish grin, eyes twinkling. "Maybe if I'm super lucky and you're feeling gracious, I'll get a -" Vi lowered her voice, adopting her very best 'Mark' voice which alarmingly sounded kind of like Morgan Freeman, "'hello, Viola.'" Her own impersonation had her giggling a minute later, before Mark was... flirting? Asking her to show him her acrobatic moves? "I am pretty flexible! I can, like... totally swing off the pole of my bed. I'm sure Celeste's seen me do it a few times... you could totally ask her if you don't believe me."
"That's pretty... icky. I don't want to think about house elves and... well, they'd have to, right? Since there's new house elves being born and they've gotta have the babies somehow - or, y'know, make the babies," Vi said, face scrunching up even further as she thought over this topic because yeah, gross. She was not a fan of this... oh, at all.
The questions that Mark asked about her virginity... in all truthfulness, didn't phase her very much and wiggling back til her bottom touched as desk, Vi slid onto it. She may as well get comfy if they were going to have a deep and meaningful conversation about this. "Mm... no, not really! I mean, it's super duper sweet that there could be lots of options out there, but I guess if someone wants to and I feel comfy enough with them and safe and want to and all that jazz then I'd be all sweet as pie!"
When Mark chose her, Vi's face positively lit up because gosh, wasn't that just the sweetest darn tootin' thing? "Really?" she asked, bringing her legs up onto the desk to cross them underneath her bottom. "Gosh, here I was thinking you wouldn't even consider smooching me again and I'd be the one you'd lose your v... card? That's a thing, right? A v-card. Do people say that? Uh, anyway. That I'd be the one you'd consider losing your virginity to. How fab."
Why did she keep on talking about Liam? Was he like her boyfriend or something? Mark’s eyes grew darker by the minute, despite the fact that Viola tried to play match maker. It irritated him that she thought this Liam-dude was so amazing. She probably snogged him as well. Shit, what if he was better at snogging than Mark was? Oh the horror! They would probably sit in an empty classroom together and laugh about how bad he was. Gosh, how he hated that Liam!
“So, is he like someone else you snog?” Mark decided to ask straight forward and wished he had a name he could throw right back at her – sadly, he only had Alexander as his closest friend, and she would hardly get jealous of him, even though his good pal deserved to be jealous at.
Mark tilted his head as Viola mockingly tried to mimic his greeting to her. Did he really sound like that? It was like weird narrator’s voice that would fit perfectly for a late night reading of the Deathly Hallows. She did make him sound rather sexy however… But enough of that. Let’s talk about how flexible Viola was.
“Now, who is Celeste? Is she someone you practice your… flexibility with?” What was up with that Mark? Have you suddenly become a smug douchebag? Viola clearly brought up the worst in him, and this kiss had been a boost to his confidence times 1000.
Alright, the talk about house elves doing it disgusted him more than the thought of Liam and Viola snogging. However, he really wanted to get some names out of her. Clearly, she thought highly of this Liam guy. But who else would she like to share sheets with?
“Imagine that you are comfortable with everyone at school. Who would you pick?” He demanded to know.
Mark shrugged at her surprise about him picking her to be his first. He had gone with the easiest option, because Viola did not know that she was the only one he has ever kissed, so picking someone from the bunch was a bit scary. He did not expect her to pick him, however… At least not out of courtesy.
“I don’t know if you call it a V-card, because it is not a magical card game. I like just saying virginity.” He corrected her. “So, I have said the name of the person I would do it with, you have to pick one as well. A specific one!” He paused before adding with an eye-roll. “And yes, you are allowed to pick your auror or some professor you have a crush on!”
When the straight-forward question of Liam being one of Vi's various snoggy snog partners was asked, the corners of Vi's lips twitched upwards because gosh, that was straight-forward. But then, after leaving Mark in suspense for what she was certain was a torturous three seconds, she broke out into a laugh and shook her head. "Nopity nope. Just a pal~o, good friend. Best friend, actually, as well as Flora and Elena and Clary! I'd say we're all a couple o' gal pals but we're not all gals, so I guess not."
The tilt of Mark's head in her direction as she mimicked his voice was enough to make Vi let out a giggle, before shaking her head. But he didn't get up her for it, instead changing the subject to Celeste and Vi's flexibility. Vi looked at Mark, puzzled for a moment, before shaking her head. "My gosh, do you know anyone in our year? She's my dormmate. We don't swing off the bedposts together in tandem like those swimmers do! What do they call that again? Waterobics?" She did, however, kiss Celeste... or at least, she had that one time.
Mark was all but demanding she choose somebody and Vi hummed for a moment because a) she wanted to leave him in suspense and b) because he wasn't the boss of her. She even left his question for a moment, playfully rolling her eyes as he stated it wasn't a 'magical card game.' "If it was... I don't think a collection card game would be very fun," she joked, poking her tongue out before clicking it. He was still asking and so Vi's mind went all whirly. "Oh... hmm... well... does it have to be just one person?