mean hot bitch

“Oooh I’m so fucking scared. I survived a sword through my body and I have a kill count of over 13,000. I could honestly care less about your words. I have bullets.” 

“That’s your own personal belief. Most people can’t be easily walked over. It depends on how much backbone you have. I’m not going to bother trying to get through to you, if you don’t have enough memory space to remember a simple name, you’re obviously pretty stupid. I still told you, in case there’s actually a nice bone in your body, but obviously not.”

“A therapist isn’t gonna help. Have you ever talked to one? They suck.”

“Obviously NOT. I’m perfectly normal as you can probably tell.”

Cissa rolled her eyes in the other girl’s direction. “Don’t call me girlie. It’s somewhat derogatory. If you have to call me anything, use my name. It’s Narcissa for your information. People don’t have to talk twenty four seven, you do realise that right? I don’t technically have to even waste my time now.”

“Bitch do you want a fucking cookie? A pat on the back? Oh wow a cheerleader! For sixteen years old you sure have a mouth on you.”

“I do have to agree, there’s quite a sense of freedom here. But really, it comes down to how much you wish to exercise your freedom regardless of place in the end.”

He looks up and down at himself.  “I’m not that short.  Well I mean my race in Middle Earth was a dwarf…but I think I got taller than before.”  

“Rachel Berry is literally a hobbit. That’s all I can say, not really sure how you grew from a dwarf to a normal height though.”

“Probably not. What do you think I should do then?”

“Do I look like a person who gives good advice? I don’t know, call a therapist.”