Teagan Moran can fly without a broom. (moranduh) wrote in wished,
Teagan made herself comfortable in the chair, propping her knees against the table as she cradled the bowl in her lap. She had been wondering when Maggie would bring up the topic she had originally come over for. She had been thinking about the situation more fervently since Maggie brought it up. It was easy for Teagan not to think about it considering her bloodline left her safer than others.
She looked up to Maggie, her lips pressed in a straight line.
"I think it's all a bunch of shite," she said, a small shrug following. It may have seemed more casual than she wanted it to, but she just wasn't sure how to express herself. "But I think it's something we've got to really think about. How are you, Mags?"