AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's the next installment...surprise...it's someone new...but does it spell love or hate?
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it is.
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 9: Kingsley
That's it. The Order has gone insane. I told mum it was a bad idea for me to cook lunch Christmas day…she didn't believe me. And now look…they've all caught some strange disease that addles the brain and confounds the mind.
So I was/am still with Buckbeak (the only normal-acting one here) just nodding off and humming 'Weasley is our King' to myself when someone bolts through the door. Ha ha. Bolts. Shacklebolt. Kingsley was panting as he locked the door behind him and performed a locking charm on the door. I don't think he noticed I was there.
I made a distinct noise to let him know there was someone else in the room. He turned slowly, as he does almost everything, to face me. He was playing it cool, but I could see he was relieved that it was only me.
Only me.
He sunk down into the uncomfortable chair in the corner, twiddling his thumbs. I was rather curious as to why he was running all over the place. He told me to mind my own business. I told him to go screw Buckbeak. I think the hippogriff was more insulted.
He gave me this funny look and said I was too young to be using such language, that such 'crudity' wasn't fit for a school girl. I told him to go fuck himself. And that I was twenty-three and well over the crudity line. He gave me this weird look and I was suddenly very aware that the door was locked.
He stood up and I swear, he prowled over to me. More like a cat than anything. He stopped just short of my nose, peering at me. I glared at him. That carried on for a moment before he gave a little half-nod and said something like yes I was.
I poked my wand at his nose.
He left promptly and I'm now wondering if running away from everyone is doing me any good…oh, mum's calling…something about getting downstairs and stop sulking. As if I would sulk…
I hate my life.
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