Frida struggled to hold onto the book as Kristoffer tugged at it, but it was true: he was older and taller and stronger, and moments into the struggle, she lost her grip on it entirely. She let out a pathetic whine, reaching with open hands to try and grab it - not that it was any use.
"I never thought my own brother would be such a bully to me," she complained with a resigned huff, arms crossed over her chest as she tried to hold back the forming tears. Kristoffer had never been nice, but he was her brother. To have no family loyalty - what a Lestrange he was!
"Why don't you go pick on someone else? It's just a book!" It wasn't, of course, but she couldn't see what use Kristoffer would have with it! He had to have it, though, because no one ever refused him.
"I never thought my own brother would be such a bully to me," she complained with a resigned huff, arms crossed over her chest as she tried to hold back the forming tears. Kristoffer had never been nice, but he was her brother. To have no family loyalty - what a Lestrange he was!
"Why don't you go pick on someone else? It's just a book!" It wasn't, of course, but she couldn't see what use Kristoffer would have with it! He had to have it, though, because no one ever refused him.
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