"Lily, is your dad a terrorist?" Wow. Random.

"No…and how the heck do you know what a terrorist is, anyway?"

"I have my ways," he replies, smirking. I try to walk away from him, but he follows me.

"Your ways?" I walk faster.

"My ways. Anyway, don't you want to know why I asked if your dad's a terrorist?"

I sigh. "Why, Potter?"

"Because you're the bomb!" I stop walking and stare at him, bemused.

"Well, that means I'm about to blow up. You'd better run."

"I didn't mean it like that," he hastened to assure me. "I just – "

"I said RUN!"

And then he was the one being chased around the school by a lunatic, ticking down the seconds until 'destruction'. In my defence, I'd just had a lot of sugar.