Can An 8 Month Old Get Measles

Bienvenido a Valhalla False Expectations

Title: Welcome to Valhalla (leave your sanity at the door)
Fandom: Original
Warnings / Spoilers: Spoilers galore of ... Norse mythology! * Giggles *
Summary: Having lived so many centuries, so many fucking - you get bored of it. Tell that to Loki.
Notes: My attempt at Nanowrimo 2009, a bit of madness, the same inconsistencies and a pinch of Norse mythology. I decided to do in October and was not sure where would the shots of the novel (which it sounds nice, BTW) and did not know if a serious plot and / or elaborate or something more satirical. Al final resulta obvio por cuál me he decidido. Llegué a más de las 23,000 palabras durante el mes, colgaré sólo el prólogo que no vaya a ser que alguno considere que mis paranoias valen algo y las plagie o algo peor.
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“…así que como castigo, los dioses transformaron a Váli en un lobo gigantesco que se volvió contra su propio hermano, matándolo y descuartizándolo sin piedad. Luego usaron las vísceras frescas del recién fallecido para atar a Loki a tres enormes bloques de piedra, transformando las ataduras en hierro y colocando una serpiente venenosa sobre su cabeza de modo que la ponzoña de ésta goteara sobre su cara incesantemente. Legend has it that the beautiful Sigyn sits beside him and collects the venom in a wooden bowl, but when it fills is mandated to dispose of the poison that falls on Loki's face. The agony is so terrible that trembles removing the foundations of the earth. His punishment will last until the twilight of the gods ... "

And that, presumably, should be the end of history suspended pending the end of the world that never ceases to manifest, especially in these times no catastrophe frightening because there is always the certainty that one will worse. It could be a perfect ending and yet is only a stormy start, because when a punishment so methodical finally ends is when you start the uncertainty of freedom.

One of the many advantages of being a mythological god and having lived one another millennium, is that Loki can boast of having seen everything on the creation (and slightly beyond, in fact), having visited places unimaginable and if one day write their memoirs, occupy several volumes encyclopedic, or for these periods occupy at least half of a high-capacity hard disk.

lied, stolen, deceived and misled kings, vagabonds and prostitutes without distinction. Invoked demons, chatted with vampires, werewolves fled hungry and played poker until dawn with mortals. Seen empires fall, the discovery of new worlds, scientific developments, wars, truces, treaties APZ, epidemics, deaths and births. Has been transported in a rickety wooden vessel to a late-model convertible. The big downside of all this, of course, is that after having lived so many things, one after another in a vicious cycle and infinite, one ends up bored quickly.

That was how the beginning of the XXI century surprised him in Oslo, began living there in a fit of nostalgia for some "five? Four? years ago and the first few months were fine. Nothing like cold weather to do feel just like home. But the days passed, the bars (and casinos) in the city not infinite as they seem on first impressions and it was only a matter of time to be bored, feeling out of place no matter where they were found.

So one day, decided it was time to change air, at least for a weekend and let fate take charge of their destiny. Your lucky dart landed in London just one stop as specific as that he could not ignore it and took the first plane (first class, non-stop) due to their impromptu vacation.

wore a couple of decades without setting foot in London but only a few hours were enough to know that had not changed much in all this time unless his memory began to fail. The architecture of the city and women roaming the streets were still keeping the same features, same look stately and the same blond hair that sway gently in the cold winter breeze. At the end of the first night ended with a bottle of whiskey on top of Tower Bridge, admiring the nightscape of the city and scolded himself for not having the mood to roam around the bars.

was the first night in London, and an unexpected blast filled his lungs with a faint aroma, which was hardly distinguishable between traces of smog and humidity, but so characteristic that caught his attention immediately.

all beings he met throughout his life issued a distinctive smell, over the years (centuries) Loki learned to classify one by one. The demons, ghosts and sometimes with a bad character, give off a smell of sulfur and alcohol, very sharp for your taste. Celestial bodies (the children of father) are pure frankincense and cinnamon, which can stifle even the most devout believer. Vampires suck blood to dry, smelly and rotten, but instead the werewolves are a mixture of fresh blood and wet mud.

Humans, bookmarks, are a very characteristic mixture of sweat and spices, the aroma of the fatal. For years, while still living in Asgard, keeping distance watching them very curious to see how they could manage to survive with some simple ingenuity and subtlety, looked amazed how they got to sweep people off their congeners with simple weapons made of metal torches with fire company perish. The aroma is almost always constant, not too different from one mortal to another, unless it is special. Therefore

acknowledged that delicate blend of vanilla and peppermint, even from that height. Instinctively he closed his eyes, concentrating in the aroma a bit more, so it was easier to imagine the tiny silhouette walking down the streets of the city and who has something in a hurry because it goes back to an appointment, rushing over to get lost in the crowd and was briefly I thought it might be fleeing from his presence.

spoke the smile at the thought of the woman who had detected easily evoking his black hair, her slender body and those big blue eyes that probably got him the occasional admirer. To be a human was not so bad, but Loki always prefer blondes. Christine Jones. Vanilla and mint. A medium to its fullest extent.
Within moments
finally decided, and with a big jump left his comfortable private balcony and fell to the streets again in just a matter of seconds. He followed the smell to a cluster of people who seemed to move at their pace. He strode through the crowd settled large, across a tide of people threatened to keep him from his goal, but Loki continued its steady pace, following the traces of vanilla and mint that fluttered through the air, as an old wolf who smells strongly of first snow of the season.

- What is it you want, Loki? Because I hoped it was not me, as any medium that claims to be, Christine had detected his presence and within moments had stopped his way to meet it with his arms crossed, just inches from him and watching him as he scolds a young child. Loki frowned, he was made the victim specialist for these issues and chose to shrug, with a half smile.

"We have not seen for ten years, sweetheart. I expected a better reception you know? I did not know you were here on vacation ... -

Suddenly Christine's eyes hardened, his lips and held his gaze, penetrating and proud. Loki was silent, but the gesture seemed so unlike her that immediately recalled the first time he saw so long ago, she and her mother were helping a family to get rid of a nasty poltergeist had undesirable tenant at his home in Kentucky (not relevant, but always amused that name) and he was passing through America because the new world was to culminate in his new playground. Loki continued their presence when she was alone in a park, she turned to him, looking very curious and timidly asked who he was and what he wanted exactly. "You do not look like nothing I've ever met" were his exact words and he burst out laughing before formally submitted. At that time Christine was quite inexperienced and curious, they did not fail to ask questions, besides its powers were widely dispersed and, if putting surface, her hair was much shorter than now.

"It was only five years, Loki, and you know that for ten or five do not mean much but I did not throw more wrinkles than necessary, as it appeared, the glint of hardness in his eyes vanished. Relax your shoulders, gesturing carefree and cocked her head, seemed to look at the other side of the street, looking from time to time the traffic light was still red for pedestrians. Loki was placed

a su lado, mirando descuidadamente los carros pasar frente a ellos.

—Me disculpo, no nos vemos desde hace cinco años, guapa. En todo caso sí esperaba un mejor recibimiento, ¿no se te antoja una cena para ponernos al día? Te aseguro que no te vas a aburrir— soltó una carcajada, al tiempo que hacía un rápido resumen mental de los últimos cinco (que en realidad parecían diez) años.

En verdad sí había mucho qué contar, incluso para sus parámetros.

—Lamento desechar tu invitación, pero tengo otras cosas que hacer— ella se encogió de hombros resuelta y empezó a caminar por el cruce peatonal, ahora que la luz was green. Loki only left a couple of seconds to run before the step to achieve speed. Christine really did not seem interested in his presence, and he began to be offended by such indifference. Not every day is a mythological god walking the streets, even in this time of apocalyptic air.

"Come on, you can not deny that at least have some curiosity to know what happened to me ... - had barely reached the other side of the street and Christine let something like an incredulous chuckle. He frowned as not quite understand it, human females were strange and that he had lived with Sigyn for a couple of centuries, so I was taught at female stubbornness.

"You're still as egocentric as I remembered it, Loki. Do not take it so personal, really I have other things to do, but if you want tomorrow or we can meet for dinner somewhere nearby. Best after tomorrow because first I have to deliver material in the office, and only for dinner Loki, I warn you ... - Christine frowned after imposing the conditions, pointing with his finger in a gesture that was meant to be threatening and that he only it was funny.

"At least I can say by whom you are rejecting me, nice. Now do not give me that your husband is waiting in his love nest because yes I do not think so, "he said almost without thinking. Not because it was strange that in five years Christine had gotten a fun guy with whom or why not, who share an apartment. It was just that I knew from experience that the mediums had to complete their relationships. Christine

remained static, staring at him and his blue eyes seemed to pierce at times, as if the question had been an insult. What? Does a widow and had committed an imprudence? Loki's mouth was suddenly dry and quite similar to guilt in his stomach. So long (years, decades could be) engaging in small talk only with mortals had made him forget how vulnerable they were to emotions. Only then asked what would a girl like her living so far from his family, because unless his memory failed, all Jones lived in the new continent and doubted they would have made a massive move. What did Christine here, then?

"I have no husband, and both know you care. But I promised my son to come early today, and I intend not know how to get children when you do not keep the promises ... - said it resigned as speaker of the weather. Before Loki could recover from his astonishment, she had already given him a few pats on the shoulder, waving condescending and starting to walk again, without looking back but really we can go out for coffee one of these days, if you're still in the city-

singing of Christine's voice echoing in his head continued long after she disappeared after the next block. Now, he said, were five years that seemed ten.

Kannada Birthday Quotes

Title: The exact
Fandom: Merlin
Warnings / Spoilers: spoilers del 2x03 "The Nightmare Begins"
Personajes/Parejas: Merlin/Morgana
Resumen: Por primera vez en mucho tiempo, no se siente fuera de lugar.
Notas: no tiene ni 500 palabras, y estoy algo oxidada pero TENÍA que escribir aunque fuera una oración luego que nos dieran un episodio entero dedicado al bonding de mi ship favorita de la serie. Dixit. Dedicado a nyaza porque era nuestro episodio ♥
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Algunas noches sueña con Merlin, escenas inconexas que se repiten con insistencia pero sin aparentar significado alguno. Simples dreams in which he stares, sometimes without saying a word, only her lips curved in a half-smile that seems to pinch a phrase transcendent. At other times leans his face, as if trying to solve the big puzzle that stands before him, but never have fear in their eyes, just curious, so overwhelming that it borders on child. Other times, when sleep is prolonged enough, he whispers "I will not tell anyone, you can trust me" in a trembling voice, scraping the words as if each syllable were a separate layer which carries a hidden message. Whenever

awake, invariably, Morgan feels light and light. In peace.

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Sometimes you have insomnia, among the rumpled sheets and half-closed eyes, his thoughts inevitably end up in Morgana. Remember your figure trembling, broken voice ("tell me I'm not imagining") and eyes full of fear. Recalls his half-smile, talking in whispers ("maybe some day people will see the magic as a good thing), the hair falling over her shoulders. Every time I think of it, burning in the throat, the words he was unable to utter a low flame burning inside. He wanted to tell, "he explains many things, but now there are phrases lost in limbo, with a central idea in his head repeating to sleep dizzy.

"You're not alone" when it reaches this point, Merlin can sleep. The next morning your eyes are burning and weight of remorse over his shoulders.

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-Gaius Not long ago left the palace ... Need something? - Morgana

not know exactly how it ended there, assumed it was moved by impulse, but Merlin has not finished when you greet that question and she feels exposed, uncovered. Still do not know what's doing there but is unable to say no has been seeking to Gaius because if even she understood his reasons, much less him. Only entreabre los labios, su mente siempre despierta y astuta no puede formular una buena excusa, menos cuando Merlin arruga las cejas, dejando traslucir preocupación.

—¿Estás bien? ¿Has tenido… sueños otra vez?— sólo están ellos dos, pero él habla en susurros y ese detalle tan simple le hace comprender por qué ha venido hasta aquí.

—No… yo estoy bien… ¿Te importa si espero aquí?— puede ver sorpresa en sus ojos, pero niega con la cabeza luego de unos segundos.

Gaius llega un par de horas después, mientras ella está leyendo en voz alta las instrucciones de un pergamino y Merlin revuelve Gently medicinal ingredients in the pot. When he looks up with his expression is stunned and does not explain why, Morgan does not feel out of place.

Laryngitis Lasting 3 Months

Homecoming Behind closed doors. Tickling and its consequences

Title: from doctors and patients.
Fandom: Supernatural, House MD.
Warnings / Spoilers: None , pre-series for both series.
Characters / Pairs: John Winchester / Lisa Cuddy.
Notes: funny that my first Supernatural fic in a long time is John-centric when it takes me lately is that of a thousand wonders with him. But hey, never say no to plotbunnies of crossovers. That said, would be longer, but the muse did not allow for more and prefer to say that you can damage the drabble sequel xD
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Lisa (a few hours ago was still Dr. Cuddy) was not like Mary, and John must have realized that nothing she entered the office wrapped in a white gown with a frown. He continued staring at him (blue eyes, long eyelashes) while threatening him with an air of superiority which are most of the doctors you have known. "We have two options, or is plastered arm or I guarantee you'll be worse off in three days and then have to bear to operate, Mr. Smith."

was tired, a fucking week to end up with a poltergeist, and he was staring at this woman who threatened to open the arm of a pit if necessary to put the ligaments in place. So I had no choice but to agree, let her cast her right arm helped by a nurse.

After having his arm in a cast, I can not say what exactly happened before, when he complained loudly that the motel was quite far from the hospital or she just finished her evening shift in clinical practice. Perhaps the two phrases are aligned at one point and John ended up in the passenger seat of a car that was not hers, a doctor at the wheel.

John would have liked that she left at the door of the room and heading in the opposite direction. But instead of the characteristic sound of the engine on fire, he heard the creaking wood and almost gave thanks to God for all the notes on a new case in Oklahoma (at first glance looks like a werewolf, but we have to find it) scrambled into the seat Impala rear. That and the children were staying with Jim, she had all the earmarks of being these women who know the number of Social Services report.

Luckily, all he gets is a couple of empty beer and dirty laundry on the floor revolt. He felt something close to shame when She raised an eyebrow at such a show but said nothing, simply gestured to sit down on the bed as he went to the bathroom. Reappeared with a plastic cup in one hand and a tiny bottle in the other, John wanted to ask him where he got it but was silent as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's to reduce inflammation. You should also make you a prescription, but they do not cause much sleep ...- was silent a moment, biting her cheek as if to laugh-I hate to imagine how many ethical doctors and patients about me I jumped this time ...- John

only then noticed that she was a brunette (very dark, his hair fell over her shoulders) and without the white coat looked much younger than him. There was a flash of Mary in her as she sat on the edge of the mattress and leaning toward him with a look worried. And it was very (really very ) time that there was someone sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking at him with a half smile. He wanted to make a joke about the boundaries between doctors and patients because they had been jumped all, but remained silent while his left arm raised, stroking her back with outstretched palm. "Thanks ...-



-Lisa, Lisa ...- call me with pursed lips whispered, as if reading his thoughts. John touched her cheek with his fingertips and set again in the dark and disheveled hair, skin and soft white. It was Mary ( never were Mary) but he kissed her slowly, her lips parted, tongue scraping the palate and felt the body shuddering under the mattress. She Lisa , slowly moaned, gasping and stroked his face with his fingertips. He still held the force of the waist as she leaned up to kiss his neck, up to the earlobe, instinctively closed his eyes as his fingers sank into her hair, silky and clean. In the moments following the sting left arm.

What Size Bolts To Use With A Towbar

Title: One of heroes (winning small battles).
Fandom: Dollhouse.
Warnings / Spoilers: Spoilers galore episode 1x11
Characters / Pairs: Paul Ballard, Victor, Claire Saunders. Backdrop Paul / Victor, or attempted.
Summary: is located just after the episode 1x11, which is an AU say what might have happened. Or what my heart shipper would have liked to see happen. It is a gift for rhea_carlysse because shippers united will never be defeated * nods * _________

Victor always awake in the middle of the night, shouting and panting, throwing pillows at the other side of the room. The first few times Paul was not sure what to do with this scandal (on occasion room neighbors came to complain to the owner of the motel) and let his nerves to speak for him, shouting as high as possible they were safe and calm down. Not many days passed before he realized that this was not the best tactic, after all it did not take an expert to know that if Victor ended in a heap in a corner had to be a bad sign.

After several weeks of trial and error, Paul knows exactly what to do when you wake up sobbing. Walk slowly up to bed together and put both hands on the shoulders of Victor, still felt him tremble.

"Okay ...- whispers hoarsely, still sleepy, we are safe do you see? There is nothing to fear ...-

- Really? "Frightened tone is the same every night and Paul lets out a tired sigh before continuing.

"Really, now back to sleep ...- gives you a couple of pats on the shoulders and wrapped in sheets, like every night. Sit for a moment longer on the bed, until he realizes that Victor is lying with eyes open and stares at him, unblinking. Paul has a sigh and reluctantly murmured "good night, Victor."

Only then he closes his eyes.

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Paul has fuzzy memories that night. Even after all the beatings supposed to be normal to have some lapses. Just remember clearly that woman involved in a medical gown and if memory fails him, thought he saw blood splatter on the side. He also remembers clearly the scars furrowing his face and hair falling carelessly over her left cheek.

"You must leave now. It is the only chance because at this moment everyone is more concerned with finding Alpha and Echo that you handle the truth ...- only remember the beginning of the speech, and the dry sound coming loose from the moorings. More often mentioned "Alpha" and "Echo", but the rest of the words sounded like distant whispers. At his feet, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and image Caroline left asking the name stuck in the ground.

"I can not leave without Caroline ...

-Caroline and can not save, and if that life is meaningless, then stay where you are ...- do not know if those were his exact words, but his tone was so realistic that deal it was almost like another punch in the face. Only this, the imaginary, it does react and believe him then nodded. "Follow me" was the only order and Paul, without having more options in sight, followed the woman who moved with skill and stealth in the corridors of Dollhouse.

arrived at a room low light but she was still moving with the ease of someone who knows every corner of your home. He opened a compartment in the wall, the beginning of a seemingly endless hallway.

-goes on a busy street, then I'm sure of that training in the FBI will count for something. Only one thing I will ask ...- Paul thought so, ironically, that everything in life had a price. But then I saw him huddled in a corner. That woman came up to him, taking her face and whispering, as one who reassures a child. Only when Paul was close enough could see the scars on his face, recent and still bleeding.

"I cured my best, it'll be alright, but I think others think the same," gave "other" biting her lower lip and staring at the floor, before turning to him again. Paul surveyed the scene with bated breath, not knowing Que.es-Victor, listen, I want you to look at that man over there. His name is Paul and he'll take care of you hear me? He'll now look ...- Paul

that phrase was still turning over in his head when he lifted the lid of the sewer that led him back to freedom.

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“Llévalo a este hospital, y pregunta por el doctor Smith, si dices que vas de parte de Claire Saunders no harán muchas preguntas” Paul manejó por casi una hora con el pie en el acelerador hasta que divisó el primer letrero de “Bienvenidos a Norwalk” . Cuando da con la dirección, arrugó el diminuto pedazo de papel y lo lanzó por la ventana del coche. Victor (no cree poder llamarle de otra forma por el momento) era un manojo de nervios pegado al asiento de copiloto y le costó al menos diez minutos hacerlo bajar del coche.

El doctor Ethan Smith era bajito, con varias canas asomándose en las sienes and with a smile which put Paul uncomfortable. But everything happened just like that woman said, the name of Claire Saunders evaporated all the questions. Victor attended the nurse with a sweet and soothing voice, but he was looking scared.

Paul watched everything from the doorway and inadvertently recalled the first time she saw him. In the midst of a party and surrounded by women, looked like those guys who could eat the world if they wanted. The image in front of him was so different that at times felt like vomiting.

"The cut ends to close in a few days but will leave scars" was the medical diagnosis y él torció la boca pensando que claro, por supuesto que dejará cicatrices.

A Victor le dieron de alta tres días después y al menos en apariencia, parecía más calmado. Para ese entonces Paul había vaciado toda su cuenta bancaria y tenía una nueva identidad cortesía de Loomis. “El último favor, esta vez es en serio” fue también su última conversación telefónica y al día siguiente tenía entre sus manos un nuevo carnet de identidad. Mark algo , tendría tiempo de revisar después.

—¿Adónde vamos?—Victor se detuvo a unos cuantos pasos de la salida del hospital y le miró fijamente, without blinking, as if he had all the answers of the universe. A Paul would cost to get used to this look, and all I could do at that time was mumble a "still do not know" as she took his arm to take him to the car.

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since then are well . Changing city every two weeks and Victor having nightmares every night. Cree fleeing but did not really know for sure if you are looking for (to put a bullet in the head) if they want to recover Victor (he prefers not imagine why) or is it just paranoia and no one really cares the fate of both.

Sometimes, especially when traveling at night on the motorway and Victor goes dormant in the next seat, think about Caroline. As he was about to save finally be the hero who rescues the princess enchanted castle, whose story ends with a trite "happily ever after." Mellie also thinking, that lived across the hall, she baked cookies and Mellie who slept peacefully in Dollhouse, it could not save her. Now both are miles away and are only broken dreams abandoned at some point in the road. Think that life is a fairy tale and that rarely ends in late happy.

realize that life is to have light sleep at midnight, and be able to wake up briefly before listening to Victor sob. Sitting on the edge of the bed and whisper "all is well, quiet, everything will be fine" quietly. It slowly clean the scars (Victor never complains, but is shaken out of control), being careful not to become infected.

-...- Like Victor said one afternoon, with the index smeared frosting. For two days they settled in an apartment in California (it was tiny even for two people, but it's been almost four months, Paul believes it's time to go back to being sedentary again) and bought cake chocolate because it was the first thing that Victor asked. He pointed to the box with your finger, looking expectantly, like a child waiting for permission from their elders.

-Enjoy it, it's all yours ...- gave him a few pats on the shoulder and walked to which appointed as his room. It was the smallest, but do not mind living in small spaces, plus another room with better views and Victor was delighted with her, so she had trouble not give it up.

He lay in bed, unfolding the paper and carelessly browsing the local news up to the jobs section. Just as it is time to be sedentary, too it's time to plan how to stay because the savings are not going to last a lifetime. Know that there are other difficulties in addition to getting jobs, but prefer not to think about them now. As they say, the war is won one battle at a time.

been about ten minutes (or maybe less, not sure) when the doorbell rings and it's not long before Victor looks, slowly pushing the door. You are about to ask if everything goes well when you look at what he has in his hands. Victor

extends to him a plate (blue plastic dish no budget in the near future) that contains a huge piece of chocolate cake. Paul is static, and is just as the first time I heard sobbing, went blank and not knowing exactly what to do.

"I saved it for you ... Will not you?-Again is doing that stare, unblinking. As if he had any replies from the world to himself, something must have that gesture, because it extends his hand and nods, with a half smile. Holding a strawberry cake stands and takes a bite, the sweet taste hits your stomach, sliding down his throat.

"Very well, then you have to buy more-when looks up, realizes that Victor is grinning. To be fair, is a half-smile, but the first he has seen in months and yes, he realizes that sometimes it's the little battles that allow the hero to win the war.

Bmi Of Famous Actresses

Desire. Broken Glass

Coming Soon.

Tuesday Pricing Cinaplex Ottawa

Title: Green and Pink
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Warnings / Spoilers: None . Pre-series.
Characters: Lily Kane, Veronica Mars
Summary: science class with Lily and Veronica, there's not much to say. Actually I found the first paragraph in a book while organizing my desk, I had to finish because I had mono in the series the last few days. Yep, it's been a signal. the first letter of the year, but what little shame. And I went back to check that no good titles, where famous writer (JA) is the take care of my editor. _________

"Our next group will be, let's see ... Lily Kane and Veronica Mars-

The science teacher said both names out loud and clear, but Lily must tiptoe into his seat and tilt the body to descry. Veronica Mars is sitting at the final table of the room, one that is glued to the window and seems to regard her with curiosity. Lily decides that over there is a good position because being so far removed from the board probably the teacher or pay attention to them, so give a boost to Duncan (who was sitting next to him) to go with all your books to the table of his companion.

The first impression is that Veronica's hair is very blond, gets to the shoulders and Lily thinks it would be perfect for a long braid with him. Frowns to tell the child beside her who sits on his post and within seconds the seat is free again.

- Do you have the notes of the last class? - Is the first thing I asked Veronica and uses a tone so genuine that Lily is embarrassed because it has no notes the last class. Stomach feels heavy and does not know exactly why, if she never have the notes up to date but is not a matter that you lose sleep. Always have your brother is more responsible and she can take advantage of it.

-...- but Veronica is not staring at her, waiting for an answer, so that Lily has no choice but to deny slowly. Feel the burn cheeks, especially when you put your notebook in the middle of the table. It's pink, why is that he chose his mother and is perfectly lined by his nanny.

"Do not worry, you can review my notes if you want, while I check in the book to begin the task do you think? - Veronica gives her a casual smile, while placing your notebook in the middle of the table. Moments later is engaged in reading, reviewing the pages of science and looks much more concentrated than Duncan when studying.

Lily watches silent for a moment, think it is a rather peculiar girl. Who could stay interested in a science book for more than two minutes? Drumming his fingers on the table and then looks at the books that are in front of her, one on top of another. The Veronica is bright green, has an orange label on a corner where you can read his name written in a highly stylized calligraphy.

before daring to take his hands, is set once more on how the green contrasts with the pink. They make a rather curious combination, but Lily likes and on impulse decides, as she flips through the notebook. Veronica Mars and it will be friends. End of story. Or rather the beginning, but she likes the dramatic phrases. Point.