"That's why he would come in from the side." Emilie said matter-of-factly, "Like a porno," She motioned, sticking her tongue in the side of her cheek to further illustrate her point.

"I like the knife better anyway," she nodded again, cracking open the tin of paint with a sharp finger-nail.

"Euuugh," She cringed as the lid dropped to the floor and revealed a rather separated, sea-foam green. The paint smeared all over the floor. It was easily solved--after fetching her wand from it's hiding spot deep in the sole of her platform, she mumbled a quick spell and the paint turned a deep, translucent crimson.

"Perfect." She looked up.

"You drawing this shit or am I?"