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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Well you don't have to be one all the time! I'm not one all the time!" She huffed, more than highly annoyed. "And we're not nearly so inbred as most of the world." Their mother, okay, a bit, but the Montgomeries most certainly weren't inbred like the rest of pureblood society.

His sarcasm just made Dora want to whirl around and strangle him. She let out an inarticulate sound, hands fisting at her sides. "As if," she said scathingly, looking him over. Her brother might be attractive, but eww. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew EWWWWW.

"Yeah, fucking nice digs," she spat. It hadn't been the most prudent thing for him to say. She didn't know if he knew her circumstances before some months ago, but it was a blow a bit below the belt to someone who had lived hand to mouth til recently.

She waited for a moment, taking deep deliberate breaths as she waited to see if he was going to speak or let her say her piece for a change. "They came back," she said, arms crossing over her chest, fingertips at her shoulders, protectively. "After the funeral," she couldn't say his name now, no, she couldn't, "that night. They came back. Father was gone. You weren't there. Mother was, and us. And they wanted something." Her eyes were hard, her voice thick with their childhood accent. "You remember what happened when they wanted something before that." Her lip curled at him a bit. "I wasn't about to let them kill Sephe the way they killed him. I couldn't do it." Especially not after he'd died on her watch. In her arms, even. Her heart was still broken and raw there.