Just Like Magic
"No, you don't understand!" I listen to her screech for the hundredth time. I roll my eyes in annoyance and almost snap back, but I know that will only get me into more trouble. I look back at her, my hands on my hips. She scrunches her nose and frowns at me.
"You said you would listen to me, and all you've been doing is completely ignoring me," Pansy scoffs, folding her arms across her chest to mirror my frustration.
"I can't ignore you, you make that impossible," I say under my breath, but she catches me.
"You what?" Her eyes were almost on fire as she glared at me. We were standing on the side of the busy London street; people walking past in every direction trying to do their Christmas shopping as fast as possible. In my hands I carried eight of Pansy's bag, still not sure how they got there. She was staring at me like I had just cut her off, or killed a puppy, and there was little to do but apologise.
"Listen, Pans. I'm sorry," I reached for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in to me. "I shouldn't have snapped." She looked at me, and very quickly a smile spread across her face.
"Aw, Dray. I'll try to forgive you!"
A few minutes later I had accepted all of her terms for accepting my apology – which happened to involve a lot of my father's money – and we were able to move on with the night.
A/N: Words – 256
Musidora Barkwith (B) – "Write about a controlling person…"
100 prompts – 3. Stare