Oh...God...I'm...so...tired...
"KEEP RUNNING!" Octavia screams.
Argh...my...sides...
"WHY IS SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS ALLOWED IN THIS SCHOOL?" I scream back.
Gasp!...ow...my...foot...
"I DON'T KNOW! NOBODY REALLY PAYS ATTENTION TO THESE THINGS!" Octavia grabs my arm and yanks me into a room.
I collapse against the wall, regaining my breath.
"Where...are...we..." I wheeze.
"Girls' toilets." Octavia pushes me into a stall and locks us both inside. She pulls the toilet lid down and stands on it, pulling me up beside her.
"And he really won't think to look in here? A hyper-intelligent demon butler with the sexiest accent ever?" I mean, seriously?
"How should I know?" Octavia snaps, "I've never angered Rebel!"
"I didn't mean to!" I put my hands up defensively.
"Ugh...whatever." She went silent and I heard a few soft clicking noises from outside the toilets. Like shoes.
Don'tcomeindon'tcomeindon'tcomein.
I hear the door open.
Octavia clings to my arm, cutting off the circulation.
Tap
Tap
Tap
"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE CUBICLE?"
Octavia breathes out.
"Oh, it's just Dumbledore." She smiles, releasing my arm.
"...WHAT?"
Dumbledore? What the...
"Oh, he has a headache."
That explains it.
He goes mumbling off and Octavia turns to say something.
Then stops.
And stares at me, mouth open.
"What?" God...this is weird...
"I do hope I am not interrupting anything."
Oh fuck.