Demelza's lip curled as her knuckles simultaneously whitened on her glass. "Ugh. What a disgusting little cretin he is. I should bloody well tear him apart. Without magic."
Demelza sighed quietly. "I know. Trust me. I get hopeless. A lot. I'm not usually an optimistic type of person. So when I am, you know I'm really fucking trying here, Daph. Chin up. We're above worrying."