blackvelvetbones:
Sorry, do I pretend to know anything about your upbringing? No. If you could extend the same courtesy, that would be fantastic. Oh, how very Sir Gallahad of you. …Listen, I don’t know if I have time to visit tomorrow. This is my last shot. And I don’t really like you. So while I’m kind of sorry for what I’m about to do, I’m also not because I’m pretty sure you deserve it in some convoluted way.
-prodding, pushing, tickling, however you get this trashbag to move a little- I am not even here. I don’t exist. This space is, for all intents and purposes, empty.
‘You told me yourself, your ladylike sensibilities are ever present. And yet, you threaten to throw me off of a circus ride. Poor form, almost as uncivilised as licking your fingers while eating chips.’
It took more of a bump, a nudge, resorted to a shove in the side and a prod between the ribs to turn the obstinate boy to make room. ‘Somehow, I don’t find that believable, as much as I wish it were true. Empty spaces are silent, and you are anything but. But what if someone were to see us here, dear Andromeda? You, within ten centimetres of Muggleborn filth. Wouldn’t those friends of yours have a field day with such a scandalous calamity?’













