Mary Grace should have been keeping an eye out for red hair. Not that this is her fault, as green goop and frosting slides down the big blue eyeball on her dress, chips that are just chips spilling onto her shoes. It's just that you have to do everything you can to protect yourself from cursed children in this godforsaken school.
"Are you fucking sh—" she bites off the string of expletives on the tip of her tongue, because at least this one is one of her children. For better or for worse. Mary Grace puts on a tight smile that does not reach her eyes. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
"I'm fine. I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" Willow says, holding up her hands. She had only wanted to ogle, not dump food on Mary Grace O'Malley. "Here," she says, pulling out her wand, "I'll clean you up."
"Oh my god, sweetie, no no no no—" Mary Grace throws an arm out to stop Willow's wand, more panic in her voice than forgiveness. God. Please. She doesn't need to be standing naked in the middle of this damn dance. Not without some sorta plan for it. "Not necessary. Maybe just—" she gestures at the eggs and chips and sandwich fixings all over the floor "—focus on that, and I'll get a... napkin or something." She didn't have room for her wand in this dress, but Willow should be able to handle cleaning up the floor without causing any mayhem. Right?
"Okay, okay!" Willow says, and she can feel her face turning red, but at least it's totally covered in green makeup that hides her skin tone. "I'll just vanish all this, no problem!"
And she does. Well, she tries. The food definitely isn't there anymore, though it seems to have been transfigured into a handful of bumblebees and one fat toad instead of disappearing. But that's not technically a mess!
Mary Grace stumbles back, losing a heel in the process and nearly twisting the other ankle. It's such a goddamn mystery how these children can wreak havoc in every situation, but the fact that they're still alive seems to defy some kind of laws of nature.
"Oh my — I don't even — just —" she sighs he pinches the bridge of her nose. A bumblebee buzzes around her food-smeared dress and she swats it away. Just take a deep breath, O'Malley.
"Well," she continues with a tight smile. "Good news for the bee population, I guess."
SNACK BAR: Willow & Mary Grace
"Are you fucking sh—" she bites off the string of expletives on the tip of her tongue, because at least this one is one of her children. For better or for worse. Mary Grace puts on a tight smile that does not reach her eyes. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
SNACK BAR: Willow & Mary Grace
SNACK BAR: Willow & Mary Grace
SNACK BAR: Willow & Mary Grace
And she does. Well, she tries. The food definitely isn't there anymore, though it seems to have been transfigured into a handful of bumblebees and one fat toad instead of disappearing. But that's not technically a mess!
Willow scoops up the toad.
SNACK BAR: Willow & Mary Grace
"Oh my — I don't even — just —" she sighs he pinches the bridge of her nose. A bumblebee buzzes around her food-smeared dress and she swats it away. Just take a deep breath, O'Malley.
"Well," she continues with a tight smile. "Good news for the bee population, I guess."
Re: SNACK BAR: Willow & Mary Grace
"They're important pollinators," Willow offers. "Cute, too." The toad croaks. "Want me to get you some more napkins...?"