The Thing About Slytherins
2. Calculating
Three metres, he calculated, like a cat working out how much strength it was going to have to put into a jump. Three metres and all he was going to have to do was close his eyes and concentrate, and for heaven's sakes he had done this before.
"Hey, Reggie, why so nervous?"
Yeah, Reggie, it's just apparating. Why so nervous?
But it was not the apparating, not really. It was the fact that this – if nothing else – meant that he was finally going to be able to become a Death Eater, and oh God, a Death Eater, wasn't this amazing. Finally.
But he was ever so nervous – a Death Eater! – and he really wasn't ready for this.
But really, he calculated, in the end it was just three metres.
I changed my mind about the one week updates, and decided to update twice a week instead, so this was meant to be out on Friday, but gave me so much rubbish when I tried to post it that it was delayed to today. On that note, expect the next one either tomorrow or Tuesday. And don't forget to PM me if I forget to post. At the very least I'd be able to reply and tell you why I haven't posted.