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Originally Posted by nicole black  Left. No, right. No- LEFT- every step was matched like they were doing a spontaneous angry dance. Kathleen drew in a sharp breath and squared her shoulders, unmoving now lest Miles of Poop suggest it was all her doing.
It definitely wasn't- it took two to tango, buddy. "Y-You MOVE!" She stammered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a furious huff. UGH, he made her blood boil like no one else. She hated him as much as she hated bad fanfiction- as much as she hated Nathan Way- As much as No-Maj born kids hated Pureblood crazies-
She. Hated. Miles Jonesy.
WAS IT A CRIME TO LIVE HER LIFE?? APPARENTLY IN HIS EYES. Kathleen couldn't count the times he had exploded into her life just to throw metaphorical dung and then ditch and she hadn't cared, she really hadn't but then he'd been a royal jerk to Langley and that was when the gloves had come off. No one was mean to Langley Crabtree and got away with it. Okay, you know what?!?! His gloves were coming off too, because guess what, siSTER?! It was time to rumble.
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*SHOVES*
Ooh, he did that. He shoved her. "You move!" Shove! She thinks that she can just take everybody he's ever liked and get away with it??
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