[ God, Lottie hates teens. She remembers when she was one — brown hair in braids just like Toko's, more of a wallflower than the influencer she is today as a grown woman. Her brows crease together, withholding a frustrating sort of sigh. Even if she can relate to what she's saying, it doesn't mean she likes what she's hearing.

Angrily, she takes her wand back. ]

What's wrong with you? What do you even mean when you say that stuff?

[ Damn.. The fabric of her dress is too heavy to dramatically storm out quickly. So, she sits, stuffing her wand into the garter around her thigh. ]

People don't.. Insinuate other people are pigs with makeup on or gold foiled shit!