Deagret Wyckland

Sept. 5, 2020, 3:31 p.m.

I guess fame went to my head...

Maybe getting Tiktok famous had caused Dea to feel like she was invincible (which, duh, it totally happened). Logically, she knew that Remington, an immensely more educated and smarter person, could read right through her. So why was she even trying to hide it at this point?

She could just come right out and say it, but that would mean punishment for sure now instead of just possibly later. Sure, technically not saying anything meant just prolonging her anxiety and her punishment but...Dea owed it to herself (and her aunt) not to break.

The third year wouldn't break. No, she downright refused to! It didn't matter if Remy was already seeing right through her--this was a matter of pride now.

So, she brushed off her fear (well, not really, she was still quivering in her boots but just inside her head now) and steeled herself. "Yeah, they were okay I guess," Deagret replied, waving a hand dismissively. "My most popular one was of me--" perhaps mentioning the glitter prank one was not the smartest choice to make --"piercing my ear. I walked into my mom's room with the needle still in my skin. Almost got that one removed, actually, but there was no blood. Also, it did kind of hurt, but I just decided it was easier to do it fast. Not as much pain then I think you'd look nice with piercings."

Well, now she was talking too much which was making her seem suspicious.

Dea popped another piece of cupcake in her mouth to try to get herself to shut up. "Um, yeah," she said after swallowing. "Pearl Street. And I'm trying out for Quidditch. What about you?"