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Chapter 30 – Jiana Heero
"I am so dead."
"Yes you are, Trunks Briefs." My mouth quirked towards a smile before settling back into a stern line. I was calm. I was calm and I was in control of myself.
"That's the understatement of the year, Laur," I commented mildly. "I believe someone just volunteered for kitchen duty for the rest of the time they're here." I glared at Trunks. "And whatever punishments your parents decide on, and Chichi will probably have some . . . words for you. At least. And you are very lucky this happened after I finally got used to the fact that there are a bunch of fictional characters here, or you'd have me yelling at you, too. As it is, I think that Chichi and Bulma can keep you out of trouble for me . . . " I smirked. "And next time, make sure your information is accurate. I haven't liked Harry like that since just after I turned thirteen. I'm sixteen now. That means that was three years ago."
I attempted to ignore the reactions of Harry, Ron, and Hermione at my admission that I had really liked Harry. I failed miserably. Harry was scarlet. Ron seemed torn between a typically male reaction and disgust (probably stemming from the fact that he very well knew that Snape was currently my favorite character, and most likely assumed it was the same type of 'favorite' as Harry had been). Hermione seemed to be trying very hard not to laugh; whether her amusement was directed at the boys or myself was questionable.
I bit my lower lip, knowing full well that laughing right now would be a bad thing. However, it was also fairly necessary for me to . . . er . . . subtly get the point across that I was not romantically attracted to Sev. "I haven't been attracted to a fictitious character—any fictitious character—since then." Hopefully that would also serve to get it across to Trunks that I wasn't attracted to him. He was admittedly very good looking, but there were personality issues there.
"Sorry?"
"Not going to cut it. You are a Hobbit chef from now on, as well as helping with everyone else's meals. That way, you'll be too busy in the kitchen to snoop around in my old journals."