#addictedcounsel

“I know what you’re thinking so you might as well say it--” she muttered, ruffling her hair a little frustratingly at the figure in front of her as she looked at them with wide eyes and the slightest smile spread across her lips; one that was mainly being forced out. Not that Lydia had any physic powers, no matter how much she wished she did, but she could tell that they were thinking or saying something about her inside that little head of theirs. It wasn’t exactly rocket science, it was all in the body language. The banshee wanted answers.