I woke up to someone poking my side. Without thinking i grabbed the nearest pillow and started wacking the person. I don't even know what time it is but honestly i don't care i just wanna sleep, my body still hurt. I felt like i just got run-over by a truck.
"ZO!"
is that Dumbledore? It sounds like Dumbledore.
"ZO!"
Its Dumbledore.
"O god. ZOEY LILLIAN TANGLER GET THE FUDGE UP RIGHT NOW AND STOP HITTING ME BEFORE I FREAKING BREAK YOU'RE FINGERS"
Cringing at the sound of my horrendous middle name i stopped wacking Dumbledore. He could probably kill me with a his magic. I half open on of my eyes and mumble
"Dumbledore? Please don't kill me. I will get up just make sure ron isn't throwing up slugs."
"Gee..." i heard Dumbledore moan. I never thought Dumbledore gets frustrated.
And that was when i was thrown off my bed.
I jumped up-right ready to cuss Dumbledore off. I DONT FREAKIN CARE IF HE'S A GREAT WIZARD YOU DO NOT PUSH ME OF HEAVEN ON EARTH... I MEAN MY BED.
"U WIZARD ARS-"
Realizing the person infront of me was not in fact Dumbledore but was actually my best-friend James I stopped mid-cuss.
I must have looked confused because James started to chuckle.
"You're confused again, you look like a pug puppy"
"I DO NOT" I stated
"Ya you do"
"No i don't"
"Yup"
"Nope"
"Yes"
"O GOD PEOPLE SHUT THE FOOJIES' UP BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T I WILL PERSONALLY SHUT UR TRAPS FOR YOU"
Ah, the beautiful colorful non-swear mouth of my other bestfriend finally joins the conversation. Camille was standing in my door-way in all her bed-head morning glory. Walking into the room she glared and James.... i think he did something wrong. What did he do?
"What did i do?" James asked voicing my thought
"You waked us up at this un-holy hour the fudgin what" Camille basically growled effectivly scaring James enough to tell us he'll be downstairs making breakfast.
"What time is it anyway?" I asked Camille still trying to wake up
"5:30"
"WHAT?!" My eyes turned to saucers as i realized that James woke me up at 5:30. The hell did he think he was?
"Thats what i said" A very tired looking Camille said as she flopped onto my bed.
She looked at me then it was her turn to look surprised as she took in my bruises.
"Your mom was home....?" She trailed off. I just silently nodded knowing she understood. She has been my friend since gr.7 and she was there for me after my father died. Instead of giving me a look of sympathy or puty like most people would have Camille just nodded then silently squeezed my band-aid hand. I winced put didn't pull away, i knew she would always be there.
Then James head popped in-to the room. He took a minute to look and my bruises and mine and Camille's expression then a emotion of understanding clouded his face. But just like that it had gone, replaced by grin.
"Training at the shack"
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Hey guys! So this chapter is kinda short but oh well:) So what d'you think about James and Camille so far? You'll get more details about them in the furture. What did u guys think of the ending line? As always plz Comment and Vote?
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