As you walked along with Arthur, Sadie’s scoffed and rolled her eyes—you were with the man 24/7—She barely got time to spend time with you.

She sulked in the wooden chair crossing her arms as he muttered stuff under her breath, as she rolled her eyes in visible annoyance, Bill and Uncle laughing and joking off.

As the sun was hot enough to cause a bead of sweat on half of the members forehead, or arms.

Her braid over her shoulder, as she had her brown hat rested on her lap, twiddling with her fingers.