[ That sounds like the kind of thing a thief would say. ] Neither am I. [ Case in point: she's only really stolen the Hufflepuff Cup from Gringotts, a handful of books from Ke-Waicai, a handful of skulls from a loathsome little merchant in Ke-Waihu (to give proper burial rights to them!), a handful of books from Serthica, a handful of tea leaves and coffee beans from the train, clothes from every location, and on one occasion mining equipment.
But she's not a thief, either.
Oh, Merlin, have I become a thief?!
She follows Jacob, who has started moving, shaking off that momentary epiphany in favour of breaking and entering. The height doesn't bother her as much as she expected it to - perhaps after riding on the back of dragons, broomsticks and phoenixes, she has been if not cured of her fear of heights then come to the conclusion that she's afraid of the lack of control when she flies. When she just tiptoes across the rooftops at night? It turns out, not so terrible.
She peers over the edge with him, then leans back again to not topple over the edge, out of balance.]
Some dashing feat of acrobatics, no doubt? I could've just unlocked a door for us, you know.
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But she's not a thief, either.
Oh, Merlin, have I become a thief?!
She follows Jacob, who has started moving, shaking off that momentary epiphany in favour of breaking and entering. The height doesn't bother her as much as she expected it to - perhaps after riding on the back of dragons, broomsticks and phoenixes, she has been if not cured of her fear of heights then come to the conclusion that she's afraid of the lack of control when she flies. When she just tiptoes across the rooftops at night? It turns out, not so terrible.
She peers over the edge with him, then leans back again to not topple over the edge, out of balance.]
Some dashing feat of acrobatics, no doubt? I could've just unlocked a door for us, you know.