LIII : Guilt
Draco strode out of his study and into the foyer with Ginny fast on his heels. "What," he began icily, "are you two doing?"
Instantly he was assaulted with excuses.
"It was him-"
"Nu-uh! I was-"
"-he pushed me-"
"-just walking down-"
"-and I fell backwards-"
"the hall, minding my own business-"
"and knocked down the coat rack-"
"when he ran past me, really really fast-"
"and the rack fell over and hit-"
"so fast . . . he was running in the house-"
"the statue of that bald man-"
"and he tripped on the rug-"
"which hit the stand and knocked over the vase-"
"and banged against the stand-"
"which broke."
"pushing the vase over and breaking it!"
"It was his fault," they concluded together.
Ginny and Draco shared a look, their disbelief plain to see in their eyes.
Turning back to the two, both with guilt plastered over their faces, they sighed and both silently hoped the advert would turn up results.
'Either way,' Draco thought, 'those two need to work on their lying. They'll never do well in Slytherin otherwise.'
Sequel to Seeking Peace.
