If Glory hadn't settled on the girl at her target before, she definitely had now. Hanker my paper? It was almost physically painful. She rolled her eyes. Had just finished rolling them as Amelia joined her at Isabella's table. If the brunette had heard about Glory, she'd probably caught remark about the blonde as well. Double the trouble.
Glory was glad when Amelia put a name to Isabella's ability. She'd known it had been something that gave the girl a jump on academics, but she'd forgotten exactly what it was. Enhanced Memory. How handy. And completely boring. Her attention passed away from Isabelle and moved to Amelia momentarily. The expression on her face had adopted a tone that was almost comical quizzical and just a bit insulted. "That's really unfair. How come you got cute and I just got pathetic?”
Valiantly she overcame her injury and glanced over at Damien as he joined in the exchange. Her face contorted into a look of grudging consideration. “I think I'd give her an A for effort and a D for 'dumb as hell'." Glory's fingers moved, mockingly making the Sign of the Cross across her chest.
Even as she spoke, she slid around to block Isabella's retreat. With the height lent her by the dark leather shoe the clasped her calf, Glory was an impressive 5'8, amplified further by her tall attitude. Her eyes had narrowed into a humorless composure. The light hearted threat was gone from her demeanor and now she confronted the girl with an atmosphere of serious menace. “All that big talk and now you’re going to run. I don’t really think we’re the pathetic ones here.” She tipped her head to the side, the curve of her lips conveying an attitude of disdain and cool superiority. “But I guess ill-bred girls like you are only good for studying. Unfortunately for you,” she reached out and would shove Isabella backwards with one hand, nodding in the direction of the compact computer that she carried in her hands. “We’ll be taking your laptop.”