Wands and Fireguns

04. Silencing Gods

'Order! I will have order!' Mrs Wool barked out as she clapped her hands together, but no avail. The entire platoon shattered out in laughter. Kids clutched their stomachs- stamping their fists and smacking their hands onto the tables.

I was trapped. My eyes shot towards Rikkard, whom himself seemingly couldn't surpress the twitchings of his lips. Panic shot through me as I helplessly eyed everyone that had the urge to stand up and bawl out.

'Lady Patricia, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!'

'Oh,oh! Princess Patricia of the kingdom of stupidity!'

'Fat-head of the year!'

'-She's a real eager beaver for old geezers!'

'-So, do we call her Patsy or Patricia?' Eric. Sweet, stupid, little Eric seemed as oblivious as ever- Thomas smacked him onto his 'back-bulge', smiling nervously. You had to really know the hunchback to understand he wasn't a smart-alecky but really, undoubtedly...most assuredly... zonked.

'EVERYONE, OUT. OUT. OUT!' Mrs Wool saw flaming red as she silenced the entire orphanage- all of their surprised faces directed at the pompous mountain. 'This. This madness has gone far enough!'

Oh yes it had, I wasn't very keen on being called stupid! The degrading of women! Even if I wasn't very educated, I read a lot of books about the Hungarian war in the public library. That... and I'd take the chance of free time to explore the embroidered and leathered handbags and satchels of our gullible contributors - and not to deprive anyone of their coins. Over my bescumbered toes! A solid piece of chocolate or toffee would still my cravings quite succintly. Not that I'd admit to anyone of these mischievous sins... I'd get send to the convent! It's not my fault they don't feed us properly. Perhaps Mrs Cole should've invested in chocolate bars rather than dozens of empty bottles. However, I wasn't the only one who done it.

No, I was very much surrounded by thieves and orphans.

Or perhaps just one particular orphan.

No, Patsy! Get him out of there! Not in your head! Anything but your head. Well technically he wasn't inside of my head, but Tom Riddle had an unnerving way of making it feel just that.

The breakfast hall was emptying itself as kids threw glares towards me with destructive complaints and wishes to see me choke whilst playing leapfrog in the courtyard. For some audiences that would've been no problem- however, as I was just a lady, with no special certifications in martial arts, it would be a ginormous problem. Humongous. Grand.

'Come on-' I patted Eric onto his arm and signalled for him to join the angry mob of orphans outside. He seemed to be busy with trying to work away his porridge- couldn't blame him. I tried to sneak away behind Eric's hunchback in hopes that Mrs Wool wouldn't see me- I didn't have the strength to deal with her lectures.

I was almost there. I could see the exit already... just a few more steps until...

Ha! Take that you pompous melon!

As I got outside of the doors and did my imaginairy victory dance, I started walking until I realised someone grabbed my collar and held me back. With a tug I was back into the breakfast hall, already fearing what would be coming next.

As the last children left the hall, Mrs Wool directed herself towards me with a irriated look. Me. Me? What? I didn't do nothing. This is simply unfair!

Standing in a cross-armed stance, the towering hawk looked as if she had grown a second head. 'Patricia Walters! Have you gotten any idea how much of a row you have started?'