 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
It all came down to one simple fact.
Caitlin was ticked.
And she wasn't even really sure why she was so mad in the first place. She could definately give reasons, that's absolutely for certain.
First: Travis has completely vanished and who knows where he's gone off too. Irial is so concerned with the "feelings" Caitlin had developed for Travis, he's gone all typical guy and put words into her mouth, thinking things that he probably doesn't need to think about anyway. But will he talk to her about it? NOOOO. Merlin forbid he actually act like a man.
Not to mention the fact that apparently Irial wasn't an only child and failed to mention it to her. Was that going to change things even more now? Just what she wanted. More change. She didn't ask to deal with this life-altering phenomenon. It's not her fault all eternity will be forever different because of Irial.
Maybe there's a spell that can undo all of this.
Maybe she should see one of the professors. Or perhaps the nuse.
ANYTHING to get rid of everything that's happened to her over the past two years.
"ARGH!" she screamed and flicked her wand in the direction of the wall, setting a piece of it flying off onto the other side of the corridor.
"Kindly watch where you're pointing that thing, dearie," a portrait of a mother witch holding an infant in her arms scolded to her. "Some us can't get out of the way quick enough to dart away from your moments of rage."
"Buzz off," Caitlin snorted, and continued stomping down the corridor. |