Entry #18

[shapely_millie]

It's too bad you missed Fridays meeting, George. I do hope you're feeling less chicken shit better to show up tomorrow. If not, I'll know you're still afraid ill.

In other words, stop being a chicken shit. Nobody is going to kill or maim you on school grounds.

Comments

[uniquemiscreant]

Except maybe me.

If I get bored, you know?

[shapely_millie]

Then I hope you're prepared for any stray hexes that may fly your way when you're not paying attention.

[uniquemiscreant]

What are you talking about? I always pay attention.

[shapely_millie]

Remember the time I cast that jelly-legs jinx on you because I thought it would be fun? Which, by the way, was fun because you were too busy staring to notice I had my wand in your face.

[mischief_x2]

I was not a chicken shit. Didn't you hear? I was ill, stomach problems from something.

[shapely_millie]

And I'm the Queen of Scotland.

I hope you know it's not very sexy to hear that your bo- that you're afraid of my friends.

[mischief_x2]

If you're the queen, do I get to be king?

I am not afraid of your friends. I figured I'd just give them a little time to get comfortable with this. If they're anything like Fred, though, they never will. He's still glaring at me whenever I enter the room.

[shapely_millie]

Slave.

Don't bother waiting. They'll never become comfortable so you might as well get used to looking over your shoulder.