[ Her darkened gaze catches every little movement, and for a moment she makes as if to step back with her head tilting toward Hermione's grip. ]
She wasn't fond of them. Such a menace.
[ The sudden lunge is more of a breeze, with the air chilling the blood where it's thinnest. Then Hermione's little human hand holding her little witch's tool is pinned tight to the paneling against the wall.
Be careful where you aim that thing. ]
But what was a mother to do?
[ That other hand has been likewise captured, turned back on her, but held close rather than away, as though about to offer a light kiss to her knuckles. Instead, Vanessa twists at her wrist to delicately lick at the mess of blood that hides the spread of blue veins beneath thin skin—a much sweeter smell. ]
no subject
[ Her darkened gaze catches every little movement, and for a moment she makes as if to step back with her head tilting toward Hermione's grip. ]
She wasn't fond of them. Such a menace.
[ The sudden lunge is more of a breeze, with the air chilling the blood where it's thinnest. Then Hermione's little human hand holding her little witch's tool is pinned tight to the paneling against the wall.
Be careful where you aim that thing. ]
But what was a mother to do?
[ That other hand has been likewise captured, turned back on her, but held close rather than away, as though about to offer a light kiss to her knuckles. Instead, Vanessa twists at her wrist to delicately lick at the mess of blood that hides the spread of blue veins beneath thin skin—a much sweeter smell. ]