Hello again.
I'm back and here it is, finally an update. Sorry it has been a while but I was actually thinking I had screwed up a few parts on this and so confused myself a little... Had to go back and re-read it to check but It's ok, I think.
Anyhoo here it is and I hope you all like. If it seem's Hermione's a little out of character for this, just remember that it's all completely off cannon and just who her parent's are... Well one of them for this chapter anyway, hint - it's not the one your probably thinking off.
Anwya enjoy, hope you like and I don't own HP
It was a tense when they got back to the tower that night. Harry hadn't spoken much since their discovery and so without pause or even waiting for them he made his way over to the sofa and sat in front of the fire. Ron, who had walked back with them much to her deep vexation tried to follow but a hand on his chest stopped him.
He turned to see the look Hermione was giving him. He wasn't the sharpest person by any means. And his own level of intelligence was something that wasn't envied, but he did seem to feel the tension that accompanied them on their journey back to the school, how the not so scathing looks she was giving him told the red-head that he wasn't at all forgiven for his actions the past week.
He knew that, and he also knew that it she wouldn't allow him back unless he apologized, that was something that did make him pause for a moment as the only people he had ever said he was sorry to, were his older brothers or Ginny, only then it was after his mum or dad made him.
It hadn't dawned on him that he would have to ever say sorry to his friends. He didn't know why but his friends were just… his friends, they would always be there… having a laugh and sticking together.
They were bound to fight, it was a part of any friendship and like the other times he always seemed to come back and they would be alright once more. But now on seeing her stop him from going after the other boy along with her own unimpressed stare, right before she turned and left him standing in the middle of the doorway, he knew that this time was different, this time he would have to work to make amends.
He watched her disappear up the stairs as Harry sat down and stared into the fire and sighed. If he wasn't to disturb the other boy and she had reverted back to her closed, icy demeanour when he was around. He decided to go and find Seamus and Dean, not because he couldn't be bothered to make the effort in trying to gain back their friendship, but to ask their advice and maybe help in what he would say to them.
Coming back down a few minutes later, Hermione took her seat at the table across the room and set her care of magical animals side project on the table she glanced once more under her lashes at the still sitting boy on the sofa as a sigh of her own escaped her lips before she pulled open the large heavy bound tome nearest to her and flipped open to the page she had left off, she had a Hippogriff to save.
It was another two hours before she looked up again and saw that Harry still hadn't moved. She was starting to get worried about him. Well she had gotten worried back in the village now she was seriously contemplating telling somebody. She had never seen him like this before, not even when talking about his disgusting relatives.
She put her quill down and stared at his back, what was going through his mind right now? It was killing her not knowing and if she knew legilimency then it would have been easy. But as it was that dam spell was a tad more difficult than she thought and was proving harder to master.
She had spent a month trying to figure it out. Had read all the books she could find and still it stymied her, the last one she had read mentioned that one had to have an entirely clear mind in order to fully focus and be able to connect with another's it had infuriated her but also left her with a sense of unfulfillment.
Spell work was something that came easy to her, wand work was easy and it never took more than three days for her to fully achieve the desired results of what was put in front of her, for Christ sake she mastered the transfiguration on a needle first go! But this,
It had been well over a month and she still could only go as far as the first wall before bouncing right back, it was mocking her and if there was one thing she hated more than most… and she really did hate a lot of things, it was being thwarted by something that should have been child's play.
There had to be a reason for it, a good reason. Because there was no way in hell it could have been down to her being inadequate, it wasn't possible. So what was it? She had thought long and hard about it, even going as far as to find a secluded corridor to work of her anger at the repeated failure in every session she tried.
Finally after working off more of the higher part of her fury, she deducted that it was down to stress. She had a ton of things going on in her head that she had yet to muddle through and as the book stated she had to have a clear mind in order for the spell to fully work.
That was it, it was the stress. Stress of being Harry Potter's friend, with all that seemed to happen to them each year it was a wonder she wasn't grey yet. But that added to the time turner, another thing she didn't really want to admit was the slight burn out she felt after the week when using the item to go back and forth.
It was draining her energy and as such had to sneak into the hospital wing and procure pepper up potions. She couldn't go and outright ask her for the simple fact she would go and tell her Mother out of concern. Then she would have to go and talk to her, get a lecture and most likely be tried to be coerced into giving up the timer turner.
Fat chance of that happening so her secret obtaining of the potions worked better, it was only until the end of the year anyway so no harm done. Except it probably did add to why she was finding it hard to master the dam spell.
She was so busy brooding she didn't see movement from the other side of the room until it was right in front of her as Harry made his way over, he stood in front of her looking at what he had learned to call her 'mister sinister' face – thank you Dudley as he knew immediately after whatever she was thinking she would go at with enough viciousness to match one of his aunt's pit-bull's and be an all-round tyrant until she had finished it.
He had been sitting over by the fire still content in his anger and images of violence but now he had come over here his rage had turned into caution as he wasn't sure he wanted to disturb her now, he stood in front of her weighing up his choices but was ultimately beaten to it by the sound of her voice as she spoke to him.
"You wanted something?"
He looked down to see her staring back at him. He didn't respond for a few seconds as her brow arched expectantly, in the end and still with nothing to say he gave up and threw himself down in the seat next to her, she waited until he figured out what he wanted to say as she put a full stop at the place she was at in her work.
"Ten years"
She opened her eyes and sat up a little from where she had been leaning back. "Sorry, what"
"Ten years… he was their friend for ten years." She looked at him nodding slowly before waiting for him to carry on."
"A decade he had been a trusted and loyal friend. A person they could rely on and depend upon to be there… and what did he do? He sold them out, sold them out all for what."
He turned to look at her, he swore he had done all his crying but now he was actually verbalizing what he had thought by the fire. He couldn't help the tears that had built up as they swam in his eyes. She saw them shining as her chest tightened slightly.
"What could he possibly have to gain from betraying them like he did? Was he so heartless and cold that he would rather have whatever that...Thing could give him over years of devotion?"
He sagged a bit before a small bitter laugh left his lips. "He was devoted all right. Devoted to that tyrant" His voice rose higher the more he spoke prompting her to place her hand on his arm. He looked down at the touch and then to her and saw the look she was giving him before nodding his head a little.
"I just… I just don't get it." He let his head droop slightly as he thought on letting the silence take over once more. Hermione didn't know what to say so just kept the facial expression of understanding over her face. She had no idea at just how Harry was feeling and truthfully didn't profess to either, she was there to listen.
"But it doesn't matter."
From his place staring at the wooden table in front of him Hermione could see his puzzled almost hurt expression take a turn. It darkened as he kept his gaze firmly on the desk in front of them.
"It doesn't matter that he betrayed them… it doesn't matter that he double crossed them to the darkest wizard of age all for untold glory, it doesn't matter that he killed another of their good friends and laughed about it in the street. It doesn't matter at all."
"Harry…" He lifted his head to stare at her as emerald eyes met. "Because I'm going to be the one that avenges them"
She didn't speak but the look of concern on her face must have gone unnoticed by him as he continued. "I'm going to find him"
"Harry" He heard her repeat his name again this time with more resignation to it as he focused his attention back at her, "What"
"Harry, listen, I know you must be really upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is you mustn't go doing anything stupid." He blinked a few times silently as he took in her words
"Like what?" She graced him a look that mentally said 'are you an idiot… never mind, I have the answer' before she spoke.
"Like trying to go after Black," Harry couldn't tell if she had rehearsed this conversation whilst she had been sat here but he didn't say anything.
Because he's not worth dying for," He looked at her; she was still watching him with some degree of sympathy – at least that's what he thought it looked like, and shook his head.
"Do you know what I see and hear every time a Dementor gets too near me?" She shook her head "I can hear my mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you'd heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn't forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her"
She held up her hand, she knew it was rude but at the rate he was going he was bound to end up alerting others who had already gone to bed and that was not something they needed.
"Harry, I know that I'll never understand what they do to you, I'm sorry that you feel no one can relate because honestly – unless someone else has been through the same experience. No one ever will, hell I can't even tell you this really because revenge isn't something that is high on my list, but - There's nothing you can do, Black is a fully trained wizard who also happens to be as crazy as a bag of frogs high on fairy dust. If you go up against him he won't have any hesitation about killing you."
"Don't you think I don't know that?" He snapped at her, he was almost out of his seat as his anger was starting to rise again. She shook her head at his inability to see the bigger picture of what she was trying to get across before leaning over and sat him back in his chair.
"Sit down Harry, and just listen!" He lowered himself back in his seat at the angry hissing in her voice. "We heard what they had to say yesterday, Black is ruthless. He laughed in the street as he blew it apart and stuck around until he were arrested. The man is a lunatic, a dangerous nutter… I know this whole Gryffindor thing has taken over and is now ruling that head of yours, but for once just listen to advice when it's there because it might and probably will, save your life!"
She finished her own mini rant and fought to regain her composure as he stared at her. His thoughts of vengeance turned into shock as she lectured him and though he still had the rushing hate that needed to be quelled he knew that if anyone did have the right to give him advice, it was the one person who he trusted more than anyone.
All too soon his burning anger faded completely as he sung lower in his seat. He was tired; he was so tired of having bad things happening to him and people coming after him purely because of some stupid unlucky misfortune that had befallen him.
It wasn't long before his melancholy came back and he looked down to his hands unsure of what to do. She rested her head on her hand and waited for him to speak but was shocked when finally the tears he had kept back fell from his eyes.
"Why… why does this happen."
This was new. She sat bolt upright in her chair and looked on at her weeping friend. Her mouth slackened slightly on hearing him cry, no one had cried in front of her – she had thought she made a few others cry… could have sworn she had for a few first years.
But never her friend, never had either one of her male friends break down before her person. It made her uncomfortable and at odds at what to do.
His head was bent low as he covered his eyes with a hand. He hadn't meant to cry so openly in front of anyone let alone his best friend but he just couldn't help it, he was still tearing up when a presence had him looking up as he blinked back the water from his eyes to see Hermione standing in front of him.
Whilst still overly awkward she knew he needed comforting and so slid silently from her chair and round to where he was sat, she stood in front of him and waited for him to notice her there as eventually he looked up.
"Hermione?"
She smiled lightly as she stood before him. "What are you…?"
He didn't get to finish as she did something she had never done before. Nor did she think ever would as slowly she opened her arms in tentative invitation. He looked at her a bit strangely for a few seconds before he shot forwards.
"Oh- ok" She had to brace for the impact of his sudden contact as he launched himself closer.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him as his head rested on her stomach. She bit her bottom lip and looked around the room before lifting her hands to rest on his shoulders.
"There… there it's… going to be fine."
"You think so?"
She didn't respond. She had no idea if everything will be ok. She wasn't a seer; she couldn't predict what would happen. She could only say what she thought would make the moment less painful as he kept his hold around her waist. It was clear he needed this and so wasn't going to begrudge him what he would ultimately see was a moment of weakness.
She also wouldn't tell anyone. She kept her gaze moving from corner to corner looking for any maybe stragglers that would have lingered, no doubt seeing him like this – the boy who lived crying his eyes out, oh how that would have gotten around quicker than she could do damage control.
The tears that had rolled down his face could now be felt soaking her shirt making her pull her face slightly as they soaking her front. She wasn't enjoying this, not in the slightest and she now had a sudden urge to go and say sorry for every shirt she must have ruined of the older woman's as two hands slowly moved from around her waist, to grasp the side of her hips as he lifted himself from her stomach.
He lowered his head in a moment to try composure himself after what had been a sorely needed breakdown before coughing to clear his throat. None spoke for a while to which he was slightly grateful before finally lifting his head to see her looking down at him.
But it wasn't with disgust or any other negative emotion like he assumed she would. After all, he had seen her show her disdain at a lot of things far less than this so having one of her friends – a boy, for that – coat her with his tears mustn't have been the highlight of her day.
But she hadn't, not with any sort of mockery in mind as her eyes reflected concern and if he wasn't mistaken… compassion that he had only ever seen directed at Crookshanks, something which made him smile.
"I'm… err, well – I'm sorry."
She didn't respond as he spoke on. "I know it probably wasn't what you signed up for – to be cried all over and again…I'm sorry."
He pulled a grim smile before trailing off and looking elsewhere. He wasn't really expecting an answer but he found his face being turned back to her slowly by his chin and lifted so he was staring back at her.
"I offered, did I or did I not?" His eyes roamed her face for a second wondering before slowly nodding. She gave him a small smile before carrying on.
"Well than I don't mind." Not strictly true but she wasn't going to tell. "You needed to let everything out. And if crying was the way to go about it then who minds a few tears?"
He still didn't reply to her response. Frankly it wasn't what he had expected but a smile soon formed over his face making her own widen as he let out a small chuckle that sounded a lot like relief.
"Thank you, your right – I mean it's just with everything—"He was stopped by her finger on his lips having him look back up to see her shaking her head.
"No, no more talk of any of that." He frowned a little but wisely chose not to speak until she had finished. "Thinking about it again will only bring back the thoughts that you tried to get rid of, it'll only serve to make you more upset once more and with all that you have just let out, do you really want to do that again?"
It was a few more minutes before he shook his head. Glad to have her around in times he really needed her, she smiled when he took her words in and thought that would be the end of it but once more surprised her by leaning in and placing his head on her stomach.
She froze. Didn't they just get past this part? She kept still for fear of jolting him before she could ask and looked down. She eyed the expanse of black hair in front of her before asking.
"You ok there?"
Missing her slight sarcasm he nodded. He didn't know what propelled him into hugging her stomach once more but he found it felt nice.
"Yeah… I just—"He didn't know how to finish and so just left it like that and hoping she got the silent message. He sighed under his breath when she did and slid her arms around his neck.
"I know"
They stayed by the table frozen the way they were for a while longer as she indulged him. All the while never seeing the shadow on the stairs as the person it belonged to stared at them. Ron had come down on seeing the empty bed next to his and wondered if Harry had fallen asleep.
Knowing he wouldn't appreciate being left all night sleeping on the sofa he made his way down only back up a few steps on seeing them at the table. He saw them speak but couldn't hear what they were saying until Hermione got up, he watched her round the side and stand in front of him.
His eyes widened on seeing her offer a hug before being engulfed by the other boy who had latched on to her, his jealousy rose on seeing his friends in such a way that felt like he was being left out of, in a way he was as he was on the stairs but still – he watched their closeness and wondered why it was he could never be a part of that.
He watched them interact a little longer before the final hug where they seemed to stay before turning and making his way back up the stairs. He went to his bed and threw himself down.
He knew that he still had to make his apologies and that he had spent the night working on it, but on seeing just how they were and how content they seemed to be without his presence – hell she even offered a hug, something she never did, whilst he was around.
If they could be that calm around the other with needing him he couldn't help but worry.
Was it too late for him to gain back their friendship?
The next day was business as usual. Ron woke to find Harry bustling about getting ready the red-head blinked his eyes sleepily as he watched the other boy fix his tie. Glancing at the clock he snorted when he saw it was only seven-thirty and lay back down. Classes didn't start till nine and so if he didn't have to be up yet he was going to get at least half an hour more sleep.
"See you later" Ron opened his eyes once more just in time to see the door shut. Had he known he was awake? He kept his gaze on the shut door wondering but knew one thing. He had spoken to him.
Maybe there was hope for their friendship yet.
Harry made his way down to the common room and looked around. It seemed he was literally one of the first ones up and so no sign of Hermione around he decided to go and wait before moving to take back his seat near the fire to warm himself up as he cast a glance to the window to see the snow that was falling from the white sky as it clung to the sill.
Soon after the sound of footsteps told him someone was on their way. He didn't turn around as chances were it might not have been Hermione and so contented himself to keeping his hands warm instead it was only when a tap on his shoulder had him turning around .
"You coming"
He smiled and nodded before bending to pick up his back from the side as he followed her out the door. They made their way down the stairs going further from the tower before slowing to a snail's pace down the corridor.
"Thanks"
She turned her head to see him still facing the front. She didn't ask what for as she already knew and so merely nodded before looking back down the hall.
"It's ok just don't tell anyone I was nice." He shot her a bemused glance making her turn back again to look at him. "If it got out than people might try talking to me… could you imagine?"
He laughed and shook his head at her small smirk before he turned back to focus on his walking. "Sure, your secret is safe."
They carried on down the hall and managed to get on the stairs before they revolved once more as they joined the small trickle of student's from the other house who were also on their way to the hall. Soon they arrived in the great hall and to no surprise found themselves being the first two to grace the lion table as they sat down.
Hermione rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few scrolls of rolled up parchment as Harry placed a few slices of toast on her plate before snagging the hash browns from across her other side as she unfurled the first roll and glanced down the page. He gave the sheet a cursory glance before reaching for the bacon.
"What you got there?"
She gave him a half fleeting look before turning back to her reading. "Some stuff I looked up for Hagrid, been reading up on animal's laws and such and thought this could be good for his case."
Swallowing a mouthful of his pumpkin juice Harry winced. He had completely forgotten about that. With everything that had happened, it had fallen from his mind. He glanced at the girl still reading and wondered how on top of everything else, she still managed to find time to help their friend when he had spare time and had not touched a book.
"Anything good"
She gave a small shrug. Everything she read had been good, everything she wrote down was good, it was her – she never did things by half and so with all that was in front of her, was good enough to give both the half giant and the accused a dam good case, she rolled up the first scroll and tied the top.
"We'll see."
He paused mid bite to look at her as she made herself tea before pursing his lips and shrugged before getting back to his food. As the hour went on more and more people emerged through the doors as the hall got more crowded and the noise rose. Ron made his way through and moved down the tables, spying them sitting near the other side and made his way down.
"Hey"
Both turned their heads from where they had been talking to see him standing behind them. He stood slightly sheepishly as they regarded him.
"Hey"
"Hello"
He nodded at the slightly cold reply of her voice before nodding to empty place by his side. "Can I join you?"
Slightly confused at the request Harry frowned before going to nod but something stopped him as he turned to look at Hermione. She was appraising the other boy who was waiting for confirmation. Something that had confused the hell out of him seeing as Ron never waited for anything.
In the end she seemed to have found what she was looking for as she smiled lightly and gave him a small nod, the instant change in Ron had him double backing before he was sitting down next to him as he reached for the nearest breakfast plate.
"Hey you guys."
Once more they stopped and looked at him. Ron had put down the last piece of bacon before turning to them. "About the broomstick… I just want to say – I'm sorry."
"…Your sorry?" He nodded as Harry gaped.
"Yep, I was acting like a prat… I don't know why and I really did want to say something last week, but I was… well, I was stupid and just being stubborn."
Harry sat in complete disbelief. He kept his gaze on the red-head that was being the furthest from the Ron that he knew. He looked down at the food in front of him and wondered in the back of his mind was it that. Could it have been the food that had turned him from the brash, pig-headed, sometimes shallow boy they knew into this self reproachful person looking at them now?
He stayed silent wondering but saw the red-head looking at him expectantly and realized he was waiting for an answer. He smiled weakly before nodding.
"Sure – really, nothing to forgive" He smiled with slight relief before looking over to the girl on his other side. "Hermione"
Harry to spun around so that he was looking at her and on seeing the slight quirk at the corner on her lip, realized that this was what she had waited for, for him to come to them and pretty much beg that he was sorry. He wondered how she got the most prideful person he knew to do so but shook his head and watched as she faced him.
"I, like Harry, to have nothing to forgive Ron… if anything I got over it a few days ago." She turned back to her tea leaving two stunned boys in her wake as they stared at her.
"Wait- what?"
"Like I said. I got over it, I was just waiting to see how long it took for you to come to your senses and realize that not everything in this world is going to go your own way when you want it."
Ron, still in his stupor, took a few more seconds to take it in before he snapped. "So what? You left me dangling like an idiot."
Shaking her head she wondered if maybe she had conceded to early before blowing on her second cup of tea as she replied. "No Ron, I didn't leave you dangling like an idiot. I left you to think over your actions… of course it took some placed words for you to actually reach that conclusion that you were in the wrong, all I did was merely nudge you there."
She got back to her drink signalling the end of the conversation on her part as they continued to gape at her, sometime later Ron, whose face had gone from pale pink to bright vermilion. Not knowing what to do next as anything he did would no doubt be ignored he took to spluttering for a few seconds before turning and throwing himself into eating.
He bit angrily into his bacon and toast; chewing fiercely every so often he would throw her a few dirty looks before getting back to his eating, the odd occasional word spilling out.
"Bloody women…. Slytherin all over… baiting me like that."
Two sets of eyes rolled but ignored him as they carried on with their breakfast. Every so often she would nibble on some toast when she knew others weren't looking but would stick to her tea as a flurry of beating wings saw the owls arrive with the day's delivery.
She made some space in front of her as soon a large brown owl swooped down and landed on the table. Harry gave it a glance and pulled his plate closer at the same time. If he was right in thinking this was the one that nearly had his finger of in favour of a small sausage he foolishly gave it.
Well never again.
She smiled at the bird before relieving it of its burdens before placing a coin in the pouch on its leg before scooping a small bit of bacon from the platter next to her as she held it out flat in her hand. The others watched as it lowered its head and snapped up the meat before hooting once gratefully and set out on its way back to destination.
Shaking his head he didn't speak. He would never know how to avoid getting bit where she wouldn't and so just got back to his food. They stayed like that in relative silence as the chattering around them continued eventually after having eaten his second lot of bacon and eggs, Ron turned to them and spoke.
"Let's go down and see Hagrid. We haven't visited him for ages" They both stopped their respective activities and looked at him. They both took a few seconds to think it over as Harry nodded. Hermione glanced at him before shrugging.
"Why not."
Finishing off what was left on their plates Harry and Ron both stood and waited as Hermione folded up the paper and rose to her feet. She inwardly smiled at the slight huffs both emitted on watching her take her time. Finally after seeing her about to look in her bag, Ron spoke up.
"Hermione"
"All done"
He cut off what he was going to say and just stared at her. He caught the slight mirth in her smile and sneered before turning and moving down the rows, Harry turned to her as her smile was still in her face.
"Really?"
His statement caused her to shrug once more before they took off after him and out the hall. They made their way through the oak doors and out into the courtyard and slowly down the lawn Ron knocked, on reaching the door.
"He's not out, is he?" Said Hermione, who was shivering under her cloak. Finding at a bit like de ja vu and not once caring for it at all. She didn't come down here in the wet just to have to walk back. As some muffling from inside had the door opening to see Hagrid standing in the arch.
He looked a mess. His beard was all tangled and his eyes, small as they normally were, looked even worse now – all puffy and red, it was clear he had been crying as he allowed them to enter silently, they looked at each other before moving through as Fang lay on the floor near the fire next to Buckbeak.
It was normal to see the latter indoors now as it was freezing outside and so took their seats at the table. Hagrid slumped down next to them a few seconds later; the silence was overpowering Ron gave Harry a pointed look before nudging him into talking whilst she reached into her bag and began pulling out all she had researched for his defense case.
"So Hagrid how did the hearing go."
Clearly they weren't the right words as no sooner as he said them the half giant burst into tears again. The sudden noise had them jumping slightly as huge droplets fell from his eyes and disappeared down his face. Once more they looked at each other as Harry – the chosen spokesperson timidly asked.
"What's wrong?" It took him a while to get his crying under control as every time he tried more tears would fall. Finally he was able to speak as he gulped in deep breaths.
"I wen – and they all were sat – big ole room just staring at me… high chairs and fancy words, well I told em, - I told how he wouldn't harm a fly and he was gentle and as loving as a cat."
Ron was about to make a comment about a certain cat but the scorching glare he got told him to shut up, he had only just made friends again and the way she had admitted the lesson she forced on him made him think twice about doing it again.
"I said my piece – said that he only attacked when provoked, told em that – he was deeply sorry for what he had done" She cocked her head slightly at that… how on earth could an animal be apologetic? They did what they did in a fight or flight reaction, and a creature like that never fled, they fought and refused to be anything near the sorry state he was making the Hippogriff to be.
If they didn't think him an idiot before they would for that.
"They said they would have to configure – whatever that meant…" He trembled slightly before trailing off. His hand coming to hide his face partly, they could tell it was really effecting him and so when he next spoke. Instead of him telling them he had been granted another hearing… Another appeal, what they instead heard was.
"Buckbeak lost his appeal. He's been sentenced to death!" As he broke down into more sobs which drowned out anything more he would have said. It wouldn't have mattered anyway as she didn't hear much after that, she didn't bother trying to hear what Harry was saying, consoling him with pats on the shoulder.
She didn't hear what Ron said to and he was right next to her, all she heard was that the Hippogriff was going to be killed, they hadn't bothered with another retrial, she didn't have time to give him any of what she had looked up.
All her hard work and effort. Gone - down the drain… with a banging of a gavel.
She looked at the pair before turning to the small pile of scroll's each with at least seven paragraphs of about three thousand words which now wasn't worth the paper they were written on she stared at them in silence for a few minutes, contemplating her bad fortune as it finally sunk in that the hours she put in had now been for naught.
A scowl worthy of a darkening thunderstorm erupted over her face and she now took to glaring at the innocent scrolls. She couldn't care less about the blubbing moron in front of her as she lifted her hand and with a quick sweep, she banished the rolls and into the flames of the fire. They landed in the middle before catching light and she didn't bother watching them curl in and burn into nothing as her mood was far from charitable now.
She eyed the weeping man and sneered, she really did hate it when people cried and so pushed herself back in her seat and folded her arms over her chest. The sooner they got out of there the better,
She had some bubbling anger she needed to let out,
And she knew exactly who her target was.
Hope you all enjoyed, can anyone guess who her victim will be? Cookies to those that can... And the next chapter to.