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[itweresport]

[Abigail likes attention. It's the motivating factor in almost everything she does. And as a child, she's pretty much lost all cunning.

Her voice recorder kicks on and a little 8-year old Puritan starts throwing the biggest damn tantrum on earth, with all the histrionics that entails - screaming, sobbing, and utter hysterics.]You cannot ply me

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[a_bit_put_upon]

Miss Williams, if you don't cease this behaviour at once, all of your unnecessary possessions- including all of your books- will be leaving your possession very suddenly, and you won't see them until you behave like a proper young lady.

[itweresport]

You are cruel, Doctor! You are cruel!

[a_bit_put_upon]

I am merely being reasonable. If you wish to be treated as if you are nineteen years of age, then you will act accordingly. You must earn the respect and privileges you enjoy. Screaming is very much the opposite of earning.

After all, I could hardly expect to be called a man if I went around telling people to call me a girl on pain of death, now, could I?

[itweresport]

That boy says he will shutter me, Doctor! Do not lecture me and spare him!!

[a_bit_put_upon]

Well, then you must flee or defend yourself, mustn't you? Every action bears a consequence of one sort or other. If he strangles you, then he will be punished. You, however, have already thrown a tantrum, and must be addressed accordingly.

If you're willing to behave, then you may come to the arts and reading section of the gymnasium, where I will look after you and protect you. If not, then I'll simply have to keep you in your room, as there are others to look after as well.

[itweresport]

[And off she goes to pout. Also, to plan a way to accuse you of witchcraft.]

[a_bit_put_upon]

[He lives in a disappearing, reappearing box! What more does she need to go by?]