[ Quinn can't recall the last time she did anything remotely close to celebrating Christmas, nevermind decorating for it. so the hose being decked out from bottom to top in lavish decorations and impressive detail, it reminds her that not everyone forgets the holidays so easily.
having been with everyone pretty close to twenty-four hours a day, she takes her time leaving the kitchen, snaps her fingers for the emptied pot of cocoa to wash itself. satisfied, she grabs her cup and heads to the living room with the others. and, really, she should have been paying better attention, she should have noticed something as simple as enchanted mistletoe hanging from above, but she had been far too excited to nestle down into the corner of the sectional couch just out of her reach. ]
Oh, please. You wish.
[ with a roll of her eyes, Quinn snaps her fingers again in an effort to override the enchantment and release it -- to no avail. pursing her lips, eyes narrowed, she looks up at the hanging plant as though it offends her and attempts to, again, release the curse.
nothing.
huffing out a sigh, she finds she can lean far enough to set her mug down, crossing her arms over her chest once she straightens back up. and really, she knows it isn't Alex's fault, but it's still capital-I levels of Inconvenient. ]
u3u!
having been with everyone pretty close to twenty-four hours a day, she takes her time leaving the kitchen, snaps her fingers for the emptied pot of cocoa to wash itself. satisfied, she grabs her cup and heads to the living room with the others. and, really, she should have been paying better attention, she should have noticed something as simple as enchanted mistletoe hanging from above, but she had been far too excited to nestle down into the corner of the sectional couch just out of her reach. ]
Oh, please. You wish.
[ with a roll of her eyes, Quinn snaps her fingers again in an effort to override the enchantment and release it -- to no avail. pursing her lips, eyes narrowed, she looks up at the hanging plant as though it offends her and attempts to, again, release the curse.
nothing.
huffing out a sigh, she finds she can lean far enough to set her mug down, crossing her arms over her chest once she straightens back up. and really, she knows it isn't Alex's fault, but it's still capital-I levels of Inconvenient. ]
Sure were some talented parents, kiddo.