Phoebe's eyes widened a tiny bit at the last insult Klio flung (well, she supposed it was supposed to be an insult, it wasn't bad to be a---but--ugh), but slowly continued to chew. She hadn't exactly reached the point of mudslinging against Ashlyn, other than the ranting, but--well. No, she probably couldn't, it was just--augh, she wanted to, she really did, but Phoebe was constantly, constantly reminding herself that Ashlyn had been her friend since bloody first year, and one stupid mistake shouldn't mess all of that up and--
---ohhh, hell.
Phoebe leaned back into her headboard, looking thoughtful. They needed to retaliate, of course. She just had no idea how, she'd never been one for revenge. Phoebe would rather apologize than start a fight, but...augh.
"Maybe we could steal all their clothes or something. Make them disappear in the Great Hall," Phoebe's eyes lit up in shock at the idea, mouth dropping open. She leaned forward to look at Klio, not believing she was thinking these things, "Then we'd see who really is pregnant."
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