AN: All recognisable characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Molly Weasley stomped her foot. The blonde boy bent over didn't even look up. Molly huffed furiously.
Oh, so he could just waltz into her house and take whatever he wanted, could he? Oh, so it was his house she was living in now, was it? Oh, so he could just treat her like she was younger than him, even though he was younger than her, could he?
The redhead was on a rampage. The boy was in her house, acting like he could do whatever he wanted with her stuff, and she was royally angry.
"OY!" she yelled loudly, causing him to drop the box on his foot.
He hissed in pain, and his baby-blue eyes glared at her. "Jeesh, Molly," he said. "Can you shut up?"
She walked up to him and pushed her face into his. "No. You're in my house," she exclaimed. "I can do whatever I please. And you can't tell me what to do."
"You can't tell me what to do," he mimicked in a sing-song voice, picking up the box again. He closed the door and placed the box on a table.
He sneered at her as he opened it, his eyes calculating how much further he could push her. He knew she had a limit before she started bawling, and usually, he tried to respect that, but today, it was just plain fun, the way she was reacting to what was happening.
She narrowed her brown eyes at him. He leered at her, mocking her face. She stomped her foot again, her hands on her waist. She usually got what she wanted with that stance, but today just wasn't working. And it just had to be with him.
He took some out of the box, and gloated that he had it, not her. Predictably, she loosened up when he took more out.
"Give me some," she demanded.
He shook his head, his leer still on his face. He slowly took more out, as if taunting her that he had it. Her mouth dropped open in shocked anger. Then she struck upon an idea.
"Give me what I want, and I'll go away," she bribed.
Then she remembered this was her house, that was her box, and he should have been the one bribing her. She formed a plan. Her father might have been a stickler for rules, but truly, she took more after her prankster uncle.
And she never lost.
The annoying blonde git had decided to take his first. She stepped forwards, waiting for hers. When he was sufficiently distracted with getting another cup for her, she glided forwards and stole the box.
"Stay away from my ice-cream, Lysander Scamander," she hissed, before strutting out the door, her red hair flowing behind her.
.
.
.
AN:
One day, I promise I'll write longer. But this was just too fun to pass up. =P
Dedicated to Ellie and Lucy =]
Review your thoughts and opinions.