It is some days later, when Puck is absently wandering the halls and considering what book he could drop out a fourth-story window for maximum hilarity, that Margolotta manifests shadowily behind him.
"I don't suppose you can tell me the meaning of this," she says, with coolly and carefully cultivated amusement.
Puck turns, slowly.
In her hands, Margolotta is holding up what was, in all likelihood, once a very lovely cardigan. Now, however, it looks a little as if a dog has been at the collar and eaten all the bats, after dragging it through the mud and quite possibly rolling around on it.
Puck blinks.
"Oh my," he says.
A beat.
"Do you think it might be a moth?"
Margolotta smiles.
"I thought you might say somezing like that. Vhat troublesome creatures moths can be, wouldn't you say?"
She sighs, glancing to the ruined cardigan.
"I shall have to iron this."
Puck blinks.
Neutrally.
Margolotta spares him a smile that is really-- he feels-- very nasty.
... He admits he may have gone a little far this time.
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Date: 2010-03-23 10:57 pm (UTC)From:"I don't suppose you can tell me the meaning of this," she says, with coolly and carefully cultivated amusement.
Puck turns, slowly.
In her hands, Margolotta is holding up what was, in all likelihood, once a very lovely cardigan. Now, however, it looks a little as if a dog has been at the collar and eaten all the bats, after dragging it through the mud and quite possibly rolling around on it.
Puck blinks.
"Oh my," he says.
A beat.
"Do you think it might be a moth?"
Margolotta smiles.
"I thought you might say somezing like that. Vhat troublesome creatures moths can be, wouldn't you say?"
She sighs, glancing to the ruined cardigan.
"I shall have to iron this."
Puck blinks.
Neutrally.
Margolotta spares him a smile that is really-- he feels-- very nasty.
... He admits he may have gone a little far this time.