As Dytto would discover only a few moments later was that Amelia had barely even made it out the front door of her apartment style lodging when Katherine stormed on in without even being invited. The brat didn't even acknowledge the main person who vouched for her getting the room she wanted - hello, Amelia may not be the ungrateful child's mom but she could at least acknowledge that someone cared about getting her whatever she wanted! - and immediately set to pleading her case to Holly. Dytto glanced at her mother, who was in the middle of rubbing the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed, before leaning against the frame of her door, arms folded over her chest and long legs crossed. She didn't even pretend to show any other emotion than amusement on her face when Katherine even glared at her, only smirking with a taunting flare in her gaze as she sipped more of her Starbucks. Because after all, Katherine could throw all the bitch fits in the world. Was that going to make Dytto change her mind?
Not in the slightest.
It was probably a bit ridiculous, as her own mother had told her, that Dytto would be so adamant when even she said it was just a room. The sooner she gave up the room, the sooner Katherine shut up. Plain and simple - no complications such as these necessary. However, that was a problem for Dytto. Surrendering was a thing of pride and if there was anyone she was definitely not going to submit to, it was Katherine. Hell, Dytto would give her room up for Farrah - of all people, and it's not like she actually would now, this is just speaking in hypotheticals - before she gave it up to Katherine. And that was simply out of pride. Surrendering meant that Katherine would be all smug about it later and that she would continue to think that she could get her way simply by painting on a few good tears and well-placed dry sobs. Dytto didn't have it in her to entertain that. Besides, she had received the room just as everyone else had. After all, who decides to get someone else to pick their room and then get mad about the selection? Oh, right, Katherine Arnault. Of course.
"Awww, damn. Tough break, kiddo," she exclaimed sarcastically when it felt like Katherine was done with her sob story, recently tweaked eyebrows inching together as she construed the most unsympathetic sympathetic face she could make. "Wish I could help, but I'm all unpacked and not letting anyone within an inch of my shit unless they wanna get gutted." Amelia immediately turned a glare in her daughter's direction. "Deanna!" Dytto bristled at her tone, but settled down nonetheless when her mother stepped in between the always warring step-sisters. Amelia's sharp blue eyes went from Dytto to Katherine, softening only slightly for her stepchild. We've already discussed that what's done is done, Kat. You aren't switching rooms and just because you go to a resident adviser, it does not mean that your father's mind has been changed. Or mine, for that matter," she stated with certainty, but not without turning a sharper gaze her daughter's way. "But that does not mean that you get to taunt her about this." The eye roll Dytto gave in response was her hardest all day.
Pushing Katherine's buttons probably wasn't a good idea, perhaps. But as her mother should have known, Katherine pushing her buttons was never a good idea. Not if she didn't want to go to class trying to use pounds of concealer and foundation on one of her eyes. "I'm also not entertaining this," she countered and made sure to level her gaze with Katherine's over her mother's shoulder. "This whole room switch thing? Not gonna ever happen. And you need to get over it. Maybe smoke a jay, get laid - anything to get that stick you've got shoved so far up your - "
"Assez, Deanna, ou Dieu me aider..." Amelia quickly interrupted with a hand held in the air as warning, not to hit Dytto, but to silence her. Dytto bristled, but not before averting her gaze to the front door. It was rare when Amelia spoke French to either of the girls, but they both understood it was when she was angry. Even Katherine, sometimes, acquiesced to the tone in which Amelia spoke her native language. When she could still feel her mother's gaze boring into her face, Dytto leveled the older woman with an indomitable stare, feigning indifference when she spoke, "Ne me faites pas vous faire changer de chambre juste parce que je peux." Dytto stopped herself when she realized she was tapping her foot out of anger and before her mother could issue another threat, her face went blank. "Bien sûr, maman," she replied, already pissed that she was being chastised in front of both an adviser and an irrelevant classmate. Rolling her eyes, Dytto pushed off of the door frame and briskly walked past the other women in the room, needing to get away before she was tempted to hurl her precious drink in Katherine's face. "I'll go check on my TV or whatever." She didn't wait for permission, she just left.
Amelia then turned her stare, firstly to Holly, whom she softened for and apologized to. "Sorry about that," she said and included London with a small smile. "You're just moving in, sweetheart, and we're already causing drama." When her eyes finally landed on Katherine, she hardened her gaze just a bit with resolve in her voice as she stated, "And this conversation is over, Katherine. Neither your father nor I want to hear about you bringing this situation up again. It's done." She also did not wait for a response. She simply headed back into Dytto's room to make sure all of her clothes were hung up or tucked away in a drawer, wishing to be back by her husband's side as soon as those damn kids returned with that television set.