Maisie
"Could you not--"
"I'm Kirby," she chirped. "Transferred here from Hellsgrave this semester. And before you ask, yes. Hellsgrave's party scene is dead, so I brought the party to Greymoor." She whipped the camera back up, giving me a wink. "Can I get a quick video for my socials?"
I stared blankly at the phone screen, which was glitching from the volume of heart emoticons flying across it and comments scrolling past so fast they were a blur. "Um, hi?"
Kirby beamed and squinted at the live chat, her glossed lips curving into a wide smile. "Ah! Yes! Of course! The public wants to know how you did it."
"Did what?"
She grabbed my shoulder, her glitter-coated nails digging into my jacket. "The dragon, silly! Everyone has seen the clip of you tearing off its wing. It is top of the charts for the most trending video in Ashbourne right now. Second, of course, only to the clip of you strangling Her Majesty and getting knocked out--you pass out gracefully, I must say."
