Week 25. Friday, after the dragon fight. Rita-Anne and Jannet's room.
Everything in caps can clearly be heard throughout the floor on Fairgrove where Jannet, Rita-Anne and Terry live, in spite of the door being closed. The lower-case words are normal speaking volume.
“YOU DID WHAT?!?!?”
Rita-Anne was sitting on her bed, polishing and taping up her hockey stick for her game the next day. “I told you Terry, just about every Changeling this side of the Kingdom of Northern Ice was fighting Quetzlcoatl. It’s no big deal. No one got hurt, unless you count that bear pooka who got squished underneath the dragon, but I think he’s going to be all right after a couple days of rest and bombing a herbology exam.”
“Well, that’s all fine and good, except for poor Jasper, but you’re still my responsibility! You had neither armor nor weapons with you, right? What’d you do, throw snowballs at it?”
“Umm…”
“You did, didn’t you? You went up against a dragon, never mind that there were other changelings there, with nothing more than some snow… WHAT WERE YOU TIHNKING? WHY DIDN’T YOU RUN? HONESTLY, RITA-ANNE, SOMETIMES I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOUR HEAD IS, AND IF YOUR BROTHER FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE INVOLVED IN A DRAGON-FIGHT, WITHOUT WEAPONS OR ARMOR OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, WHY, HE’D HAVE BOTH OUR SKINS FOR BOOTS AND A FUR COAT, THAT'S WHAT HE'D DO!"
Rita-Anne grips her hockey stick so hard, the knuckles on her hands start to turn white… which is quite a trick considering her hands are black.
“YOU DID WHAT?!?!?”
Rita-Anne was sitting on her bed, polishing and taping up her hockey stick for her game the next day. “I told you Terry, just about every Changeling this side of the Kingdom of Northern Ice was fighting Quetzlcoatl. It’s no big deal. No one got hurt, unless you count that bear pooka who got squished underneath the dragon, but I think he’s going to be all right after a couple days of rest and bombing a herbology exam.”
“Well, that’s all fine and good, except for poor Jasper, but you’re still my responsibility! You had neither armor nor weapons with you, right? What’d you do, throw snowballs at it?”
“Umm…”
“You did, didn’t you? You went up against a dragon, never mind that there were other changelings there, with nothing more than some snow… WHAT WERE YOU TIHNKING? WHY DIDN’T YOU RUN? HONESTLY, RITA-ANNE, SOMETIMES I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOUR HEAD IS, AND IF YOUR BROTHER FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE INVOLVED IN A DRAGON-FIGHT, WITHOUT WEAPONS OR ARMOR OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, WHY, HE’D HAVE BOTH OUR SKINS FOR BOOTS AND A FUR COAT, THAT'S WHAT HE'D DO!"
Rita-Anne grips her hockey stick so hard, the knuckles on her hands start to turn white… which is quite a trick considering her hands are black.