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[Heather's shrieking doens't help witht he fire; really it only makes it worse, because now Ed's freaking out about hurting her, and since the flames are tied to his emotions...]

[Yeah. Bad times.]

[He scrambles to his feet, starting to ramble out an apology when suddenly instead of looking at Tiny Bird Sister he is looking at Actual Bird Sister very up close and personal oh god his face!]

Holy fucking MASON!

[Ed swats at her and tries to protect his face from her talons, his wings pulling around to act as a shield.]

What the fuck, calm down!

SKREE! SKREE! SKRIIIEEE!

_{[Fortunately for everyone involved, there was very little actual serious damage Heather could do in this form. But that didn't make having a set of needle-sharp talons swiping at your face and ears every five seconds any more pleasant.]

[She does not calm down.]

[There is no chill when it comes to fire and babies.]}

Mason!

[Edward snarls and makes a grab for her, only really intending to restrain her, but between the fire and claws...at least his arms themselves aren't on fire now.]

_{[Luckily for him, she's not entirely USED to this form yet, considering she'd only ust discovered it mere days before.]

[So with a bit of effort he's able to catch her, although the body in his hands strains to get free. He can feel her heart hammering against his palms.]

[Also she's trying to bite him.]}

[CHILD. WOULD YOU STOP.]

[Cursing and resisting the urge to strangle her stupid tiny neck right this instant, Ed hop-steps his way back up the stairs and rushes back to Heather's room. Quickly he throws her into the room, then grabs the door and slams it shut before she can fly back at his face. YOU ARE IN TIME-OUT, YOUNG LADY.]

_{[NO! NO, SHE WILL NOT!]

[Being incredibly light, she's not exactly hard to throw... but she does wheel around right in the air and come thunking into the door just as he closes it. And judging by the heavy WHUD that follows, the impact shocked her back to normal.]

[Though slightly dazed, she's still apparently coherent (and angry) enough to pound a scaly fist on the door.]}

I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A PURSE, YOU UGLY RED LIZARD!