Slightly less mother hen, slightly more evil dictator, but... Drabble.

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        She glared at them. Glared. They cowered, slightly, even if it was inside where they never had to admit it ever actually happened.
        "Well, uh-" starts Hayner, but she cuts him off.
        "Three days," she says. "We've got three days left. And you're telling me you've done nothing?"
        "Kinda, yeah," says Hayner, scratching his head, while Pence scuffs a foot against the ground silently.
        "We got this assignment a month ago!" says Olette, and oh. That's never a good tone.
        "Yeah, but the struggle-"
        "There was this rumour-"
        Another sharp glare shuts them both up. "Get to work, boys. Now."