Chapter Nineteen – How To Stay Angry At Your Cousins

Eeep! Thank you sosososo much to everyone who's reviewed! I'm almost at 50 now! That makes me very happy. Anyway, the idea for this chapter comes from something Girlbubble7911said. So thanks! Oh, and I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was then Tonks and Lupin would never have died *sad face*

Gah!

I am so cross.

I am as cross as a cross thing woken up at five a.m by annoying cousins.

Yes, I am still cross at my cousins, and yes it has been two weeks. I have not spoken to any of them except Al for two whole weeks, and they are definitely cracking under the pressure. MUAHAHAHA.

This morning, when I woke up, I found that someone had cleared up Gorilla's cage for me and left a note.

Dear Dom – I am so sorry for gatecrashing your date with Scorpius, please talk to me again. Love Louis.

NO DOM! DO NOT GIVE IN! They gatecrashed your date. Embarrassing you, and stopping Scorpius from kissing you. Not that you wanted to or anything. Why am I even talking to... Or rather, who is talking to me?

Oh no! I have a voice inside my head! I'm going MA-A-A-AD. Well, madder than I was. Or am.

I have managed to confuse myself and it hasn't even gone nine yet.

Wait...

Wait...

Wait...

OK, it has now gone nine.

I got dressed, and contemplated brushing my hair, before deciding not to bother. On the way downstairs, I heard voices from the kitchen.
"Oh yes, James, I am sure Dominique will be very glad to see you. She has been very lonely zis past two weeks – she has started talking to herself."

Darn, she did notice. Well you weren't exactly being very quiet about it. Shut up, weird voice in my head.

Wait... Backtrack... Is Maman talking to ... JAMES! GAH - NUUUU!

I ran back up to my room, and slammed the door, leaning against it, breathing heavily. I don't want to talk to my cousins! I'm cross with them. Although she is right. I have been very lonely zis past two weeks. I mean, these past two weeks. I don't talk with an accent. Do I?

"Hey, voice in my head – do I talk with an accent?" I asked. Silence. "Nothing? Really? Is this part of your policy – you only talk when it makes me look weird?"

Pretty much, yeah.

I am so lonely and insane.

And hungry.

Gah! Why did they have to be in the kitchen. Why couldn't they be in the living room, or the bathroom or something? Or just, not here.

Yeah, let's go with the last one.

No. I shall go down there, and I shall get myself some toast, and I shall continue with my Haughty Ice Queen Dominique impression. I'm getting quite good at it.

With this in mind, I went downstairs, and into the kitchen. Maman had vanished, leaving me alone with my cousins, who all stood up when I entered.

"OH DO-O-O-OM!" Roxi wailed, throwing herself onto the ground. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I DON'T CARE IF YOU FORGIVE THE OTHERS OR NOT BUT PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"

Don't give in, the voice in my head insisted. Shut up Carly. Carly...? OK, you have a name now.
"Who's Carly?" Al asked, the corners of his mouth twitching. "And before you say anything, yeah I know you're not cross with me. I'm just here because James doesn't like the number seven."

Ah, apparently I had spoken that last bit out loud.

"It's none of your business who Carly is," I said grandly. "Now please get out of my kitchen."
"Technically," Louis said, "it's my –"

I threw him a Glare of Utter Doom and Destruction, and he changed tack at lightning speed.

"I made you toast, Dom!"
"Thank you," I said, icily, taking the toast from him, and sitting down at the table to eat it. "And yes, Roxi, I forgive you, but only you."
"YESSSS!" Roxi punched the air. "I RULE!"

"I wrote you a letter of sincere apology," Fred announced, pushing his sister over. "Dear Dom. I am sorry that I gatecrashed your date with He Who Must Not Be Named. Not Voldemort, the other one. To prove how extremely sorry I am, I am prepared to do something drastic. From, Fred."

He looked up, hopefully. DON'T GIVE IN, DON'T GIVE IN, DON'T GIVE IN! Carly shrieked in my head. I hit myself, and she fell silent. Good.

The truth is I had missed my cousins. Well, most of them. Most of the time. I hadn't missed James' Quidditch obsession, or Louis' habit of calling me Dommy, or... Well, you get the picture.

"Alright, I forgive you all," I said, abruptly, and they all sighed with relief, and hugged me.

No, it's not sweet, because when they drew back, I had no more pieces of toast on my plate, and James had jam around his mouth. I glowered and he grinned.

"So, what're we doing today?" Lily asked, sitting down opposite me.
"Quidditch? Four on five?" James suggested.
"Or we could get Victoire to play, and make it fair," Molly said.
"Or," I said, "we could go down to the beach. You people seem to forget I live on the edge of one."

And yes, that is how we spent the day. And my cousins were my loyal servants for the rest of eternity, and they did not dream of gatecrashing any further dates I had with Scorpius.

OK, I may or may not have made that last bit up but hey! A girl can dream.

Ehhh... I don't really like this one so much, but I promise to have a better chapter up soon. Please review?