“ Is no where sacred any more?” I exclaim irritably as he slides out from behind my desk, with a flick of my wand the windows have opened a crack each. Hopefully a strong breeze will take care of that musty smell of boy before I have to start explaining anything.

“ I’m sorry!” he’s a dark shade of crimson, his lips bitten his shirt buttoned ( Read more... )

I made sure my hair looked impossibly tidy before I apparated to the Potter’s, I might not have much but I can sure keep it looking a sight better than Potter Sr.’s bed head. I hate thinking of him as Potter Sr. he’ll always still be just Potter, with the spit speckled P to me, no matter how many snotty nosed half breed weasels he sires. Pulling my ( Read more... )