For a moment or so, Briony stood there staring up at someone who she realised was totally a demon, her breath still hitching a little because she’d put just that bit too much effort into making it seem all real and stuff. There was the bittiest feeling that maybe she should apologise or something for crashing into her, but the little demon didn’t do apologies. Not even to big people who most likely scared everyone else. This lady looked like that kind of woman. Briony could tell. “What, the really real one?” What started out an honest question somehow became a kind of hilarious idea, and her nose wrinkled as she flashed a delighted grin and giggled. “No.” Her skirt twitched slightly where her tail swung beneath it and she wondered if her eyes had changed colour yet. “Who wants to be scared of their kid? … Does ‘doption count?” That wasn’t as much of a laughing matter. Mostly because Briony hadn’t had much choice in it.
She was also feeling a little bold. “Know who yours was?”