She watched as he took a seat, nodding to herself. There. Now she felt more comfortable and he had to too. Standing that long just seemed exhausting. She watched him gather his stuff up first, though. Sighing, she got up and gathered the pages he missed, putting him in his hand. “There. They’re not in order….” Brigitte shrugged.

"Pure torture,"


“Exactly. My brother is plain evil.” He had hit her where it hurt. And he had done it on purpose. She understood that he was trying to make a point but the punishment was not equal to the crime. Torture. That was the perfect word to describe it.

"Maybe there's a spell or something that can play music without a record player or walkman, have you looked?"

That had Brigitte smiling though Daniel couldn’t see it. “In case you haven’t heard, I’m not the best at magic. Even if there was a spell, I probably wouldn’t be able to cast it.” She raised a brow and studied Daniel for a moment. “You’re musically inclined…Do you know of any kind of spell?”

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