AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's so short and out of form...but I couldn't decide whose chapter this was...oh well...next chapter on its way...chachacha.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 10: Moody and Neville
So, I'm camping out with Tonks in the attic.
Apparently, we're both having men troubles, though she's only having problems with two men; I'm having trouble with eight…not including my brothers and dad. Once downstairs, it seemed tensions were running rampant. The only amusing part for me was watching Fred and George fight over Tonks. Apparently that was what Kingsley was running from; the twins got the notion that he was interested in Tonks and didn't like that at all. Tonks was going rather red and kept trying to flee the room.
Mum made me sit down and have some tea and talk to someone. I picked Moody, since he's been the least odd. Big mistake. I swear, I really wonder about that magical eye sometimes…like, it can see through anything, right?
What about clothes?
I know I'm probably perverse for even thinking it, but on several occasions while we were talking about Dark Magic, his magic eye kept swivelling down to my chest area. And there was this one time he did it and just trailed off what he was saying, completely losing his train of thought.
Thoroughly disturbed and more than a little paranoid, I ran away to go talk to Neville. Poor dear. I think mum convinced him he'd had enough tea when he'd broken his third cup. He kept stuttering and his eyes were flicking all over the place. He kept trying to stare at me surreptitiously but it didn't work…because he's got the subtlety of a stampeding horde of hippogriffs…or a rampaging Horntail…or Ron.
How very strange. When he finally went silent and started twiddling his thumbs, I made an excuse and made my escape. Surely Remus would provide me some help…
