Though She Is But Little, She Be Fierce

Agnes went for the coffee because it was hot and free.

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Chad gave Agnes a wave with a muffin still in his hand. "Morning."

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Agnes waved back and then looked around for the source of muffins. "Good morning."

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Parker slid the box over to her, and smiled as she took another sip of coffee, and waggled her fingers.

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Ah, muffins. Agnes took one and smiled back at Parker. "Thank you."

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"Welcome." Parker smiled and said, "Did you get a look at the website?"

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"No...." Agnes admitted. "Chad told me about it and said he'd show me."

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"Would you like to see it now? I have it here on my laptop, if you want to get a look at it." She glanced over at Chad, and smiled back at Agnes. "Although I'm sure Chad would know how."

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Agnes blushed furiously at the implication that might have been implied or might have been entirely in her head.

"I'd like to see it if you can show me now," she said to eliminate the idea that she'd rather have Chad do it for any sort of, oh... personal reasons.

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Parker opened up her laptop, and surfed to the site. "The things I wrote, I made up from what little I knew of you," she cautioned Agnes. "So they're not public, and we can change it before next week. It's just a sample of the kind of thing that might be on there, if it were true."

She clicked on a URL, and there it was.

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Agnes leaned over to read what Parker had on this site of hers and blinked. "How did you get that picture of me?" she asked before finishing reading the mini-bio.

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"Some of the ones I took around the school had you in them. This was from that first day-- I cropped out Zero, she should be standing next to you." Parker shrugged. "If you don't like it, we can use another one? And frankly, I made up your favorite operas. Or we can put something else there that's more important, if you want." She considered the photo. "I kind of liked this one because you were smiling. And your hair was doing the in-the-wind thing."

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"No. It's alright. I just didn't expect to see myself there." She scrutinized the image and ignored Perdita's many criticisms of the picture. "Those sound suitably operatic and people probably won't know the ones from my home anyway."

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"Cool." Parker grinned. "And you don't mind the witchiness line? It's not something half the people out there will believe, but after what you did to Joxer, I couldn't resist."

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"I don't mind at all. Half the job is just making sure people know that you might do something dreadful."

Might, might, might. It's all show.

It's not what magic you use....

You don't believe that.

Agnes shook her head. "I don't mind."

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"Perfect, then." Parker hit SAVE in Dreamweaver and stretched out her fingers. "I'm probably going to mess with the colors, and add links to it, and as soon as we have reviews they'll go up, but for now, this is what it's basically going to look like." She cocked her head. "Which day is better for you next week, Friday or Saturday?"

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Colors, links, reviews. Right. She could pretend she understood. "Either day is fine for me ~~although Friday is better for my mun.~~"

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"Mornin', li'l sis," Zero said, waving with the hand that wasn't holding a muffin. "Ready to rehearsinate?" She blinked. "Squall, I sound like Jaye."

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Agnes nodded. "I'm ready. Chad said we would be performing next week?"

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"That's the plan," Zero told her. "We've got a gig at Caritas."

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So soon. Agnes "Ohh.... Well, I'll do the best I can, then." And really hope they didn't suck.

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"Yeah, I have no expectations that we'll blow 'em away, but at least we'll get a feel for what it's like in front of an audience."

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"I've had less time to learn parts. And nobody's died, so things are better than the opera already."

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"Squall, what sort of opera were you in? Oh, and before I forget--" Zero rummaged in her bag and came up with a sheaf of sheet music. She plucked one page out and held it out to Agnes. "This is that song we have to perform so GOB'll let us play. Note the alterations."

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