Mainly Bronte OneShots

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No, I will not calm down Emery! My best friend is missing, my brother just drugged me, and my parents had to show up and act like everythings fine, and make every thing worse! He yelled. His had flew to his mouth, wishing he could take back the words.

"Your... brother?" Emery whispered. "Your brother is fintan?"

"No- I, No. No. He's not." 

Emery lunged for his wrist, and Bronte... laughed?  

"Idiot. That only works on sparkely motherfuckers like you lot." With one small flick, Emery's hand was pinned down to his side, much to his surprise. Clearly Bronte was strong.  As much as he tried, he couldn't move his arm.

But then he realised.

There was nothing pinning his arm down.

Bronte smiled. A cold, emotionless smile.

"So I didn't lose it then"

"LOSE WHAT!" Oralie screamed at him.

"Oh Oralie..."

"Why do you think I ws so quick to remove you when my parents entered my castle?" His lips twisted into a grim smile as he watched Oralie's expression change.

"No. No, no, no. YOUR MOTHER IS VESPERA!?!?!?" She yelled

"Mmm. Sad isn't it?"

Suddenly Fintan kicked Bronte in the shins, and threw a cloth over his head.

But apparently he didn't know that Bronte was small.

And small, means fast.

So that same cloth ended up over Fintans head.

And both Emery and Oralie's hands, ended up above their heads.

"Well. Clearly you lot,

just.

don't.

learn." 

He stated.

And with one small twist of a crystal, he was gone.

Leaving the others in silence.