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I sat on the couch, contemplating my revenge
I sat on the couch, contemplating my revenge. It had to be something they wouldn't expect. Although, knowing James, he's probably expecting something so strange I'd never even dream of it, so it shouldn't be too hard to surprise him. If I can think of a plan, that is. Unfortunately, I seem to have come across a pranker's block, of sorts. (Yes, like a writer's block, only different.) And Dom's ranting really isn't helping my thoughts much. I need somewhere quiet.
"So then I thought maybe he – Vic? Where are you going?"
I was so shocked that Dom actually noticed me leaving that I failed to answer. That was probably a mistake. If I had invented some ingenious excuse for going (eg. my socks are wet and I need to change them, or I've had a sudden and urgent craving for fried rice) then maybe she wouldn't have told Teddy, and he wouldn't have come looking for me, and I'd never have thought of my plan, and, well, I'll get to that later.
So, I ran out of the crowded living room and pushed outside. I knew where to go. The place that has always been my refuge from my insane family; the shed. It's filled with all sorts of muggle junk that Grandma has confiscated from Granddad, but that makes it a perfect place to hide and think. I sat down on some sort of board with wheels and began the painstaking process of planning. I must have been there for half an hour (and still hadn't come up with anything; genius takes time, people) before the doors burst open to reveal one of the targets of my non-existent prank – Teddy.
"Hey, Victoire? What are you doing?" He sounded suspicious. I don't blame him. I am quite evil, so he should be worried…. (insert evil laugh here).
"Nothing," I replied, with a surprisingly large amount of honesty.
"…right. Well uh, we're starting a game of Quidditch if you wanna come. You need the catching practice," he laughed (more evilly than I EVER do… I think I need to practice that too) and tossed an apple at me. I jumped up to catch it, and (being the flawlessly clumsy person that I am) stepped onto the board with wheels, which slid out from under me and crashed into the wall as I tumbled gracelessly to the ground. Obviously, Teddy found this absolutely hilarious, and so was laughing uncontrollably. I glared at him. Unfortunately, this had no effect at all, so I shoved him out the door and scowled instead at the board. (This had just as little effect, since as a muggle object it was entirely inanimate, although it did make me feel slightly better).
Then it hit me (not literally, for once). A plan. A glorious plan for a prank that would make Teddy and James fear the wonderful Victoire! Okay maybe not, but it was a pretty good idea. Now all I needed were some sleeping pills, one of those muggle things called a screwdriver, and a whole lot of glue…
I sat on the couch, contemplating my revenge. It had to be something they wouldn't expect. Although, knowing James, he's probably expecting something so strange I'd never even dream of it, so it shouldn't be too hard to surprise him. If I can think of a plan, that is. Unfortunately, I seem to have come across a pranker's block, of sorts. (Yes, like a writer's block, only different.) And Dom's ranting really isn't helping my thoughts much. I need somewhere quiet.
"So then I thought maybe he – Vic? Where are you going?"
I was so shocked that Dom actually noticed me leaving that I failed to answer. That was probably a mistake. If I had invented some ingenious excuse for going (eg. my socks are wet and I need to change them, or I've had a sudden and urgent craving for fried rice) then maybe she wouldn't have told Teddy, and he wouldn't have come looking for me, and I'd never have thought of my plan, and, well, I'll get to that later.
So, I ran out of the crowded living room and pushed outside. I knew where to go. The place that has always been my refuge from my insane family; the shed. It's filled with all sorts of muggle junk that Grandma has confiscated from Granddad, but that makes it a perfect place to hide and think. I sat down on some sort of board with wheels and began the painstaking process of planning. I must have been there for half an hour (and still hadn't come up with anything; genius takes time, people) before the doors burst open to reveal one of the targets of my non-existent prank – Teddy.
"Hey, Victoire? What are you doing?" He sounded suspicious. I don't blame him. I am quite evil, so he should be worried…. (insert evil laugh here).
"Nothing," I replied, with a surprisingly large amount of honesty.
"…right. Well uh, we're starting a game of Quidditch if you wanna come. You need the catching practice," he laughed (more evilly than I EVER do… I think I need to practice that too) and tossed an apple at me. I jumped up to catch it, and (being the flawlessly clumsy person that I am) stepped onto the board with wheels, which slid out from under me and crashed into the wall as I tumbled gracelessly to the ground. Obviously, Teddy found this absolutely hilarious, and so was laughing uncontrollably. I glared at him. Unfortunately, this had no effect at all, so I shoved him out the door and scowled instead at the board. (This had just as little effect, since as a muggle object it was entirely inanimate, although it did make me feel slightly better).
Then it hit me (not literally, for once). A plan. A glorious plan for a prank that would make Teddy and James fear the wonderful Victoire! Okay maybe not, but it was a pretty good idea. Now all I needed were some sleeping pills, one of those muggle things called a screwdriver, and a whole lot of glue…
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