<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">The goth’s eyes widen a little when she heard how long Kori had been practicing. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">‘What dedication, what passion,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">’ Dark thought before she was brought back to reality by Kori’s inquiry into her black folder. She blushed as she realized that she was still holding on to it for dear life, in her excitement, she had forgotten all about it. She loosened her grip and giggled a little, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“y-yah, I write stories in here. nothing grand, just short things that come to mind at odd times.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> She smiled back at Kori and added, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“Though I am a little surprised you thought that. Most people think this is either my spellbook or it has a list of names for when I finally snap and bring a gun to school. Ha, like I have a gun...”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> Dark’s smile faded for a moment as she looked at her wrist, then she shook her head, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">'stop it! your talking to someone, remember?'</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> she thought before resting her eyes back on Kori and smiling. </span>