#comingdcwns

“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 a small smile spread across her lips. 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. The banshee wanted answers.