<div class="floatleft">(https://i3.lisimg.com/20131513/280full.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Stephanie Anne Weasley</span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Dionysus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Aristotle's Office {Main House}<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Aristotle Simpson<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>After the Temple<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Flirtatious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>See picture<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Stevie could tell her plan wasn't working so she put some of her powers into her words.  As she spoke, her powers carried through with the intent to cause the doctor to feel a desire.  It wouldn't feel foreign to him and would come slowly to not raise suspicion.  Before speaking, she took a deep breath, staring into her lap with the pain that hid just beneath the surface.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I don't think there's anything I could say to save him from himself.  He's so obsessed with that girl he doesn't seem to see anything else.  He doesn't see how she's planning to use him until she can find something better.  He doesn't see how badly she's going to hurt him.  And he definitely doesn't see what a horrible mistake he's making."</span></span><br/><br/>After a short pause, she shook her head and took a deep sigh.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Besides, even if he did want to see it...  Even if he was just waiting for someone to point it out to him...  He'd never listen to me.  He knows what people think of me around here.  Why would he bother to listen to someone with a reputation like mine?"</span></span><br/><br/>She paused again, this time turning around only enough that Aristotle could see the pain and hurt on her face.  She didn't look up at him when she spoke but she made sure he could see the tears that gathered in her waterlines, threatening to fall.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"But if he would actually listen to me...  If he did care what I had to say...  I would tell him that she's not the only girl out there...  And she's certainly not the only girl in this camp who could make him happy.  I know for a fact there are other girls around here who would love him for who he is.  There are other girls who could give him what he needed and not be looking at every other person around camp to find the next better thing."</span></span>Her voice almost started to sound hopeful before she started to choke on her words and turned away again.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"It doesn't matter, though.  He would never listen even if I tried to tell him.  As I said before, I don't have the best reputation so guys like yo--"</span></span>As if she was catching herself, Stevie stopped, then quickly tried to hide her mistake as if it had never been made.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I mean guys like him... especially guys like him...  He'll never listen."</span></span>