Of Magic and Mayhem

Entry 12: It's Not Going to be That Easy part 1.

They caught me by my bag. A dry "Fuck ." wheezed out my lungs. I didn't want this I just wanted to go where I belong. To rely on instinct of race only. The grating on the floor- the controls, the smell of energy, the whirring of a senitent machine,  everything written in high old Gallifreyan, my room aboard the TARDIS. With my name patched on the top of the door in golden paint.

The running-oh I needed to run and not stop. I needed to see.

"So, where's you even going?"

"Anywhere. Anytime. Anyplace. Anybody. Away from here. You've ruined here for me, so I'm leaving magic behind and going to steam-punk science." I said. Tauntingly-I hope. "And theres no one to stop me." I laughed. Blimey, the more time I spent among these people, the more I was becoming a mini-Master.

"Let. Me. Be." I drew out getting me wand at the ready. I'd duel to get out of this.

"Ah-no."

"How's the wrists?"

"Oh, our parents know, and will take legal actions on your parents."

"My mum's not my legal gaurdian, a. And b. My dad has no money. You'll be suing the homeless. Actually he's not got a home, in  a literal sense, but my home's that box. So." I raised my wand. "Now. Unless you want me to use this...I'd get out of my way." Ironic really. I loved my Mum and Dad, but I supported the the Master and hell, I just bastardised an "I love you" from the Doctor and the Master into an "I really loathe you."...

Wizard, how things turn out. Merlin, I'd wanted to meet him to say "Thank you for being the only one who understood him when he was Theta Sigma." My mind was reeling. I remembered stories. Loads of them.

"Just leave me be." I said weak, defeated, in a most unpleasing manner. "I need to leave. I'll be off your backs!" I went for making terms of peace.

"You're a fucking nutter." Crabbe yelled.

"Huh." I huffed in a confirming matter. It's not like I wasn't!