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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox is sitting at a table, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor, going through one of Colin's books on gardening.

Her face is smudged and dirty, but her hands are clean; she'd washed them beforehand, to be sure not to get dirt on the book.

The book clearly holds great interest for her, but she glances up warily every few minutes for all that. Milliways is not a safe place. Not while there are witches about.

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[white_flowers]

She laughs at this, bright and chill as morning's frost.

Simply laughs, and says not a word, although ice-blue eyes gleam with malicious amusement.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary nods, satisfied.

And Ignores Blodwen. It's the sort of Ignoring that's palpable; the one thing that a ten-year-old can do better than anyone else.

"We are going now," she says, unnecessarily, and, picking up her book, rises from her seat.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Right." He could feel hair on the back of his neck rising at that laugh. Duo reaches for Mary's hand, still facing the White Rider.

The quick gesture he makes at Blodwen is almost instinctual. Flashing a weapon on the street isn't always a threat so much as a claim on what you're protecting. 'This is mine, and if you threaten, I will protect'.

The flash of green fire in the palm of his hand is not just any weapon, though. And when he leaves, he won't be turning his back.

[white_flowers]

That he intends to protect the child is nothing of a surprise to her, but the flicker of burning green is unexpected.

Interest sparks behind the flat blankness of her glance.

"Good night, then, to the both of you," she says pleasantly. "A lovely chat it was -- why, another we shall have soon, I do hope."