Her expression turned grim. Walled off. "Yeah, that was it," she spat, looking disgusted. Claire didn't even really want to think about Nathan or Angela Petrelli at the moment, didn't really want to admit she was related at all. In a true seventeen-year-old fit of pique, she wanted to flail her arms at the world and stomp off into a corner and hate them forever. It would pass - the drive to understand who she was would be stronger than the disappointment and hurt - but for now, that was all she had. Her real father defending them did not sit well.
Which is why Claire welcomed the subject change. Blinking slowly, a grin edged its way across her face. "A talking hat?" Glancing around, she then playfully lowered her voice. "Is that code? Does the crow fly at midnight?"
Seriously, what was he talking about? Hats couldn't talk!
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Re: Warded for Noah and Claire
Date: 2007-09-05 05:59 pm (UTC)Which is why Claire welcomed the subject change. Blinking slowly, a grin edged its way across her face. "A talking hat?" Glancing around, she then playfully lowered her voice. "Is that code? Does the crow fly at midnight?"
Seriously, what was he talking about? Hats couldn't talk!