When she doesn't have trouble getting past the front door, I'd imagine. But with shoddy work like this...
[He answers so breezily, implying that she's been through several escape attempts. The man makes one tap on the floor and the grass that Amelia took great pains to create disappears into the wooden grain.]
... What kind of teacher would I be if I let her go with such subpar casting?
[Amelia's looking at her shoes, trying to avoid his attention now that he's talking with Henry... But no luck. The memory continues visitor or not.
The Witch King turns his attention to her. He leans down to look at her face, smiling and his voice is neither disappointed nor cruel, but neither is it concerned or comforting.]
Amy? Have you been hit another wall? That's been happening more often.
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[He answers so breezily, implying that she's been through several escape attempts. The man makes one tap on the floor and the grass that Amelia took great pains to create disappears into the wooden grain.]
... What kind of teacher would I be if I let her go with such subpar casting?
[Amelia's looking at her shoes, trying to avoid his attention now that he's talking with Henry... But no luck. The memory continues visitor or not.
The Witch King turns his attention to her. He leans down to look at her face, smiling and his voice is neither disappointed nor cruel, but neither is it concerned or comforting.]
Amy? Have you been hit another wall? That's been happening more often.