Agatha's vampire face dropped, or well--morphed into a quick glare before reaching forward and grabbing Fredrick's ankles. She attempted to move his legs off the couch, but found it far too difficult to do without dropping the popcorn.
"I saw one once at a party," she said, remembering a Slug Club party she attended (with, ugh--Fabian). Agatha lifted one of Fredrick's legs up by the pant, and once again turned her focus to him, "He wasn't wearing a cape, if anything. And his hair wasn't all--greasy."
Dropping his leg because Merlin, legs were heavy, Agatha slapped his shin, "Move over!"
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