It might have been the first day of the Christmas holidays, but that did not mean he was safe. Oh no, quite the opposite in fact for a plan was about to be put into action. That is not to say any old plan was about to be put into action. No, this was the Plan, the plan that had been brooded over for the last three years and was about to be carried out in revenge for past wrongs.
No, it could safely be said that this was not any old plan. This was the Plan and it was going to be put into action, despite the fact that it was freezing cold and five o'clock in the morning.
Oh no.
Not a chance.
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Fergus was asleep. Thankfully. To say that the night before had been a late one would be to say that doxies were vile poisonous little things, i.e. a complete and utter understatement. He had rolled into bed at about half past four in the morning, after creeping in through his window so as not to wake the dogs. Waking the dogs might not have been a problem if said dogs did not tend run to meet him, barking joyfully. And this joyful barking might not have been a problem if it did not wake his mum up. And waking his mum up was definitely not a good idea at half past four in the morning.
Hence the creeping in through his bedroom window.
Half an hour later he was fast asleep and the house was completely peaceful.
But not for long.
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In another house on the other side of the country, an alarm clock bleeped softly, causing him to wake up. Hitting the alarm clock to stop the bleeping, he got up and dragged his clothes on before grabbing his wand from his bedside table. An evil grin crossed his face and he disapparated.
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CRACK
"Gotcha!"
Fergus awoke quickly and not at all happily as he shot from sleep to wakefulness .
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Downstairs, all six dogs awoke and started barking and in the room next door he could hear muttered bangings and crashings as his mum stumbled from her bed.
"Told you I'd get you," his cousin was crowing and it only took him a moment to recognise him.
"I'm gonna kill you, Seamus," he roared, but his cousin only laughed and disapparated, leaving his cousin to deal with the consequences of his revenge.
Revenge was so sweet.
So sweet.