Teddybear

Harper giggled and dropped down to sit cross-legged beside the new girl. "Most of us are plenty friendly," she stated, adjusting the collar of her jacket. In the process, she ...

Harper gave a shout of surprise as a pink-and-white blur dropped from the heavens and slammed into the ground before her. The blur, it appeared, was human-shaped. And dazed, understandably. ...

That's incredible!!

She snorted, "Right. Keep alive. How you'll do that without supervision is beyond me. Maybe get a cat or something." With that, she popped the cork out of the bottle ...

She took it from him and tucked it into her trouser pocket. The bottle of pixy dust had been shaken about as much as it could be, and she stopped, ...

"Don't fuck up my jacket. It was expensive as hell and I was bedridden for a week from blood deprivation just to afford the damn thing," she said with a ...

"The rest of me, dipshit," she said, shaking the bottle to loosen the dust. She wouldn't need all of it. Hell, she wouldn't even need half of it.

She looked him over, his jacket, specifically. "No," she said, and shrugged hers off. After quickly rifling around in the pockets to take out her flask of freshly-harvested - but ...

"It's magical. Basically pure magic in the form of thankless glitter that you can never get out of anything and that leaves the people who make it with superiority complexes ...

"This," she thrust the bottle back in his direction, shaking the contents in agitation, "is pixy dust. I can use it to get home, if I never want to wear ...

A low growl sounded from the back of her throat and she began to pace angrily, "Well guess what, you won't have to get on any boats anymore."

Kate brushed him off and snatched the vial of dust out of the hat, tossing the thing off to the side. She sneered at it like it was filled with ...

"I fucking hope so," Kate managed. By the fucking gods , could this guy hurry a little less . It was just a damn hat, the little sparkle-snorting bitch she ...

"You have an undead pirate on your side, mate ," Kate said, giving the last word a mocking imitation of the stereotypical pirate accent. She was matching pace with James, ...

"What might that be?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth. When the shadow, 'Regret', wasn't speaking, the silence was nearly complete, broken only by the quiet sound of Bobby's sobs. It ...