Since yesterday's
meeting, Kate had spent the majority of the rest of the day informing everyone she could about the plan to take Detention on Saturday. And at the end of the day, she'd fallen into a bed that had seen better days in this house that had worked as a hideout for a few days now. Maybe if they were lucky, they'd manage to stay still
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He knew he had some pretty dark thoughts about Kate's whole matter anyway, so he just hoped he could keep his mouth shut. He was humming as he went along and he hoped the island was satisfied with that.
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And she'd been lucky, too. She'd had Bod for a relatively long time, and she'd never had to see him turn into someone she barely recognized. But still.
She rubbed at her temple. "I've got something maybe I should tell you: I may check out at any given time."
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"I don't think I'm going out today what with the singing," he said. "I picked up plenty of stuff yesterday though. It's all a little damp but you can have whatever you want."
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She finished the rest of the coffee. "I might still go out tonight."
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Meaning pudding.
"I'll wait up for you." He'd probably do that whether she wanted it or not.
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More or less.
"Saturday's a big day and I won't miss it."
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She'd been an affectionate person. This was what was left. And it served as a minor 'fuck you' to Umbridge's rules, too.
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The ego was still there, yep.
"I'm gonna go take care of my scrapes from yesterday. Ignore any undignified noises coming from my room." Pouring alcohol on cuts burned, okay?
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Fun thought, there.
"Go fix yourself up."
She'd be over here discovering pudding.
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