Moriarty told me that life is a play; and that we are all actors. Or something like that. In a different universe, one where I was admired. Adored even. But I don't want to remember that. I want to remember books and maths and magical sciences. I want to be the person my fellow librarians, my friends, think I am but I can't. I am the innocent, sweet, little math genius that needs to be watched over in case my brain grape makes me zone out or collapse. And at the same time, I'm not. I like colours and kittens and mathematical mysteries, but my mind tastes for something sweeter.
It was never easy manipulating the smartest people on the planet. Especially when three of them saw me almost kill Lamia and almost destroy Europe with a well thought out plan and a power station, but I can pretend that was just the Apple. I could have shot all of them before they found me and blamed it on someone else -or a Dragon- , but the probability of Ezekiel noticing it was me was too high. Plus, it would have made a mess that's way to hard to clean up after. I guess I understand why the only reason that the serpent brotherhood didn't murder me was that damned rug.
So for now I settle for travellers and magic hunters that won't be missed- using the world's best resource for information to my advantage. Giggling at their fear and gorging myself on their stupidity... It surprised me when I realized just how cruel I could be... And they assume it's Ezekiel that has secrets. He's nothing compared to me. Thievery and the worst version of yourself compared to cold blooded murder? I'm smarter than him.
They look at me and see a kind, math loving redhead sitting and calculating equations they couldn't dream of understanding. Of course Flynn and Eve think I'm like a daughter because I'm small and ...so... innocent...
Obviously, you'd have to be a pure genius to lie like I do. Good thing I am one.
After all, being the sweetest of the world's smartest has its advantages.
