"Danny Boy," she sang in a voice rather more suited to a nightmare from one of the Elm Street movies. She was fast developing a habit of either giving people horror associated nicknames or associating a whole movie with them. Only her parents (and that real old song about pipes...) were to blame for Dan's nickname. They shouldn't've let her watch the second Predator movie. Obviously, Bubbles' movie was Cujo. "Uh-huh. Look!" She stuck out one foot to display a shoe that used to be pristine, clearly proud of all the scuff marks. As for the Look, she seized the moment to giggle-snort now. "They're called the Evils," she said with a grin waving her fingers in the air in what she thought was a ghosty motion. "Or something." No, the Court of Briony had put a giant question mark next to that one in red ball-point pen, along with a 'See me after class'. The telling-off part had gone right over her head the same way her just being there went through everyone else. "Yes! There's someone there I think you'll like. Bubbles Cooper. I tried to get her to come to church. -- Oh! Give you a real easy clue! She like animals." The last part came in in something of a stage whisper before Briony piped up again with a bright smile. "And she's in my class. Isn't that funny?" The answer to that, of course, being yes. No demon could not find it funny so far as she could see -- unless... Was there a Demon of Loneliness?
She'd have to ask Daniel when there wasn't a person coming closer.
Now, Briony really hated it when her demon-only time was interrupted. None of this was strictly assigned, but that really wasn't the point and she really didn't like that she had to suddenly tone herself down all over again just because there was a mortal there. If she at all cared to think about it -- which she didn't -- at nine years of age she already had a rather notable contempt for most things with a limited lifespan. 'Most' because she actually liked lamiae, which she only knew even existed after tormenting a particularly stupid vampire during one of the nights she had crawled out of her bedroom window and flown out the way her Mommy insisted she couldn't. That dead snakeboy was one of them. Fun. This woman wasn't fun. This woman was being all... Ew. Nice. Nice and not looking at her. Well, that was rude. Sure, she had been sort of hiding, but she didn't care about that any more. Briony refused to be ignored or at all looked over. Hands clasped behind her back -- in actuality, they were holding the forked end of her tail through her skirt before it made a decent attempt at stabbing the newcomer -- she slowly stepped out from behind Daniel, almost feigning shyness. It annoyed her that he had to crane her neck to look at them both.