Hope Adams

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Hope hadn't been around for the last kid invasion -- she'd just barely missed it -- but she'd known full well what would happen. She wasn't expecting any kids, though, considering she didn't have anybody to have them with.

She'd clearly missed the part where Fandom didn't seem to give a crap about that.

She was woken up suddenly by what sounded like World War Three going on a foot away from her bed. No, it was just two small children trying to beat the ever-loving crap out of each other. Close enough.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" she yelled.

"She punched me!"

This was shrieked at the same time as the other one said, "He called me Elizabeth!"

Hope could feel the migraine. "Okay, back it up. Who are you two?"

"Gabriel Marsten," the boy said, even as he lifted his lip in a snarl at the girl.

"Elizabeth Helen Magnus-Adams," the girl said proudly, glaring at the boy. "Not Elizabeth!"

Oh God, this was going to suck.

[Establishy!]