Just a little spoof off of how Felicity found out that Horace had mutual feelings for her.Yes I saw it all in a dream!

The Gemma Doyle trilogy belongs fully to the 'most high' herself, (Pun intended) miss Liba Bray.

Felicity Worthington glided through the tea party, her eyes glazing lazily over the lifeless puppets of people.

She was a girl on a mission, and not even an army of Winterlands creatures could stop her!

"Horace!" She waved down the gawky looking teen and strode gracefully up to him.

"Listen, Horace, I have something to tell you. Don't be mad, but I don't love you."

She said mercilessly. He looked as if the weight of the world was taken off of his shoulders.

"Phew, I don't love you either."

Slap The sound reverberated off of the walls.

"How dare you!"

"What? So it's okay for you to hate me, but it's not okay for me to not love you?"

"Precisely!" she shouted as she stormed off. Leaving a very confused Horace Markham, scratching his head.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! Oh that Fee and her pride, she would rather be outrageous than excepting, but you gotta love her for it! Please review nicely.