- Messages
- 185
- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ivy Wand 13" Essence of Gargoyle Tooth
- Age
- 6/2014
Danielle raised her eyebrows at the passing conversation between Devlin and Donavon. She would normally stick up for Donavon, but in this case, she agreed with Devlin and thought Donavon was being big-headed. Shaking her head slightly, she hoped that nothing big would come from it as she wouldn't interfere and stick up for Devlin. No, her and Devlin were mutual siblings, yes, but to say that they were close was pushing it. Danielle didn't have a problem with Devlin like she did with Dakota, but still, he annoyed her and she wasn't sure where he viewed her in his life. So no, she would stay out of the problem until it got personal and possibly involved her. Fighting wasn't her way of doing things, Danielle would prefer to do things with words and spells, rather than get dirty and risk breaking a nail.
Looking down at her nails to check them as the thought passed through her mind, she jolted her head up when she heard Devlin sticking up for her again. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the room, trying to work out what was different. Something was, and it wasn't that Devlin was being vaguely nice to her again, it was something else. With her other siblings being quite quiet, she wondered whether she could leave now, and go back to her studies, or whether she should stay. Danielle had never viewed herself as the peacemaker, in fact, quite the opposite, she preferred to be in the thick of the argument, not getting hurt, but stirring the trouble up. Perhaps that was the reason why now she looked around, wondering what was going on. Hearing herself resorted to as a punk, she jumped back into her normal self in the blink of an eye and raised an eyebrow at her brother, questioning the use of the term 'punk'.
Looking down at her nails to check them as the thought passed through her mind, she jolted her head up when she heard Devlin sticking up for her again. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the room, trying to work out what was different. Something was, and it wasn't that Devlin was being vaguely nice to her again, it was something else. With her other siblings being quite quiet, she wondered whether she could leave now, and go back to her studies, or whether she should stay. Danielle had never viewed herself as the peacemaker, in fact, quite the opposite, she preferred to be in the thick of the argument, not getting hurt, but stirring the trouble up. Perhaps that was the reason why now she looked around, wondering what was going on. Hearing herself resorted to as a punk, she jumped back into her normal self in the blink of an eye and raised an eyebrow at her brother, questioning the use of the term 'punk'.