The blue Mew quickly flew in front of Professor Sycamore dragging it's marker right across his uper lip half way to his cheek, giggling.

Who ever is reading this just got a marker to the face and is now left with a big black line. ❝ MewMewMew!~ ❞

Why?!

❝ 'No! There would be no us in savings me if you end up getting caught in the process!' ❞ Sigh. ❝ 'I'll be fine! This is my fault anyways.' ❞

❝ 'I'll be fine, I promise! You both just need to turn around and leave before anyone spots you! Please! This is my problem, I'll deal with it myself!' ❞

;~;

It's 12 :T I need sleep to.