“Lotte Hand Guide Rule Number 1: do not allow Lotte to place her wand even vaguely in the direction of her own head. She may try to test whether or not you can live without a brain.” Dom nodded, as if remembering. Maybe she was, I lost several goldfish that way. She lost her toe.

But then it came back.
 
 

Sorry about this guys but I hadn't properly updated the fourth chapter and without realising put up the fifth as the fourth and the sixth as the fifth. Really sorry but it's fixed now and this is necessary to read, hopefully it's not to annoying! Sorry guys again but it was an honest mistake :(
 
 
 
 
 

“Nice skirt Lo!”

I looked from Dominique, to my schoolgirl-kitsch plaid skirt, and back to Dominique again. And then, in my best angry-Scottish-man accent I screeched “IT’S A KILT!”
 
 
 

“But Miss we didn’t do it! It was...” then Freddie trailed off, his tongue tied by my spell. He looked at me pleadingly.

Nup. Future husband or not, I wear the pants in this non-existent relationship.
 

“GAH!”

“You know, Potter, there are ways to squeal other than like a five year old. Just saying, cause, you might suddenly turn around one day and regret not preserving your manliness.”
 

“Why can’t you go by yourself, you aren’t frightened of them are you?” She moaned.

“No I actually find them extremely attractive and am reduced to stuttering and cowering in attraction.”