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Marrying for love.  Azula thinks it's foolish--people fall out of love, beauty fades, but money and political connections are forever.

Water Tribe / Earth Kingdom people.  Casual racism is taught and promoted in the (Ozai's) Fire Nation.  This can be worked past / gotten over, but only through RP.

Poorly made tea.  She's as bad as Iroh.

Being compared to Iroh re her tea habits.  Goes without saying, I think.

People who think benders are better than nonbenders.  And this goes both sides of it--she's as likely to smack a nonbender for going "boo hoo I can't bend" as she is to smack a bender for being an arrogant shithead about it.  Everyone has skills and talents, work to improve the ones you have, don't lament not having a certain one.  She got her ass kicked by two nonbenders, and as much as that upset her, there's a certain amount of warrior's respect there.

Doctors.  After her experiences in the asylum, she doesn't think there's a single one of them that's a good person.

Putting all one's eggs in a single basket.  Azula herself has multiple skills in case one fails her--she was prepared to fight with knives during the eclipse.  She thinks people who don't branch out are stupid.

Stupid people.  She just can't tolerate anyone she decides is dumb, really.  It's easy to make fun of them, which is fun for a little bit, but for the most part, if the Avatar verse had a 'Darwin Awards' thing, she'd be an avid fan.

Girls who can't / won't learn how to fight because they're girls.  A noblewoman should be prepared to put on armour and defend her family.  Period.

Dear Madamoiselle Justine,

I would very much like to inform you that I’ve devised a diversion I suspect you will find worthy of your time. If you would be so kind as to arrive in secret at midnight in the herb garden,you shall have occasion to help me prepare quite a lovely bouquet in response to your latest suitor’s paltry offering.

I ask that we meet at such an inauspicious time of night only because it will avoid the attention of unsuitable eyes, and I have arranged most of our affairs such that it will be no trouble at all to avail ourselves of our flower arranging techniques and make a gesture which shall never be forgotten.

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"Do you need help?" Lily asked, looking up from her book and tilting her head at the stranger beside her. They had been sitting there for a while, not really doing anything.

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10. A hug

Megara was adjusting to life in the Underworld, at least as much as one could. The trouble of it was, she rarely had any time to herself. When she did, she pored over any scroll she could find.

It was a lot easier when she didn’t have something flitting around her face, like a mad butterfly trying to get at a flower through a wall.

She looked up at the shade, the ghost that had faded to a mindless creature in death, and fell backward.

"Antigone?" she gasped.

The creature was brown and faded like the wings of a dead moth, pale and lifeless,but it was Antigone, nonetheless. Brave, resolute, opinionated Antigone, who’d had the courage to face off against Megara’s father, who had taught her she could, as well…

"I told you not to do this to yourself!" Meg shouted, abandoning her scroll as if it were infected with a plague from Antigone’s shade. "Why couldn’t you wait five more minutes? They were coming for you!"

Antigone had been so verbose, declaring her victory over Creon when she’d forced him to kill her, driven him to his limits. This was her victory.

"You lose!" Meg shouted. "He’s still alive! He’s still the king! You’ lost, Antigone!”

Tremendously.