"I know." Linao's smile fell a bit, and she finally pushed off the wall, trailing down the hall without a backward glance. "Well, goodnight Dominick."

"Good night..." he echoed, watching for some minutes more. Then he fell against the door again, sighing as it clicked behind him.

"And what was that?" Magdalena trebled before he had a chance to look up.

"What was what?" he mumbled, trudging his way through the livingroom.

"I saw that. You were looking at her."

"Well, yeah." Dominick rolled his eyes. "I was talking to her. I tend to look at people I'm talking to." Before she could clarify, he shook his head. "Look, don't start with this again, okay? I'm really not in the mood right now."

"Start what? I'm not starting anything. You are, with your googly puppy-dog eyes and sad face." She mocked his face, sticking an airy tongue out.

"What? What are you talking about?" he muttered distractedly, heading for his room down the hall.

"Never-mind." Folding her arms again, she drifted past Trini's room, then smiled brightly and wisped up to his head. "Hey, you said you were going to make this up to me..."


"Can I dance with Trini? Pleeeease??" she begged.

"...Sure, okay," he sighed. "Come on." Switching directions, he headed for his sister's room, the wind spirit spinning in circles behind him.

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