“Who is he?” Lillian shouted, they were standing in an old garage with no car and dim light, She was wearing her usual black jeans, simple tee and jeans jacket with round specs. The only thing out of place about her look was her twinkling star bracelet.
“He is Liam!” Owen answered, he was about a feet taller than Lillian and was in jeans and black tee.
“Liam? Liam!” she started pacing around, hands in her hair
“Hey guys, why am I here again?” Liam asked looking at his handcuffs.
“Owen, Liam is a girl.” Lillian shouted, ignoring Liam
“Hey, I am not a girl, lady” Liam interrupted
“Shut up, moron, not you. Liam I am looking for is a girl” Lillian said turning to Owen
“I am sorry, but why would a girl name herself Liam?’’ Owen asked
“Common, Liam is not a muscular name exactly, is it?’’ Lillian said rolling her eyes.
“Hey, Liam is a very muscular name alright!’’ Liam said
“I am sorry but did I not tell you to shut up?’’ Lillian said glaring at him
“Look honey, you want a girl you tell me specifically, I cannot read minds, can I” Owen said folding his hand.
“Oh my god, Owen, now what?” Lillian asked
“Oh, chill out, ok” Owen said pulling a lock of her hair behind her ear.
“Well, okay so let us just send him back, I guess”
“Sure Lillian I will do it” Owen said, immediately regretting it as Lillian looked at him with wide eyes.
“Umm, okay, so you are the Lillian? Wow it’s like everyone is looking for you, aren’t you the most wanted criminal?” Liam asked amused
“Owen, what did I tell you about not taking my name in front of outsiders?” Lillian asked massaging her head.
“Man I am dead” Owen said turning away from Lillian and praying silently.
“That is so cool; can I get a picture with you or something? Big fan you know” Liam said trying to get up and falling back.
“Just stay back and stop acting like a fan girl okay, muggle” Owen replied
“Don’t call me that, Death Easter” Liam snarled
“You will teach me now, weasel boy” Owen smirked
“That is the lamest trash talk I have ever heard and why will you call him Mughal?” Lillian asked
“Its muggle cupcakes, you know Harry Potter” Owen said acting out a spell
“Still lame.” Lillian said sitting on the chair.
Suddenly, Owen starts laughing as Liam makes a loud hissing sound.
“What?” Lillian ask
“Oh nothing, Liam was calling you dumb muggle in parseltongue” Owen replied, his eyes sparkling with tear.
No one anticipated it, when Lillian bent down on her heels and smacked Liam across the face and grabbed his chin making him face her, she noticed his beautiful face and fogy, careless grey eyes
“Don’t forget you are speaking in front off and about the most wanted criminal, okay, I am not your friend yet” Lillian said throwing a glass of water on his face, getting back up and addressing Owen,
“And you, I tolerate you but I will not go easy on you either, I don’t take cheek from anyone, this is not a game understood, and another thing, stop calling me that cheesy stuff.”
“Am I intruding?” came a voice from door a young teenager came into view wearing ‘Look up’ tee and long stripped PJ, her hair was tied in loose bun, she looked aloof and fragile but something about her eyes was affecting. Her eyes looked hungry for revenge and love at the same time.
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Virago ~ The better wrong
General Fiction2 in #goodevil In a world of possession and greed, no one can be classified as entirely good or entirely bad. We categorise Villains as supporters of wrong and heros as supporters of......well, the better wrong, so what do you call the most wanted v...
