The clicks on the floor were counted before the little blonde reached her. Twelve. What an odd way to approach, hurriedly and with the purpose of a scorned lover, her tiny frame having covered a decent amount of space in such a short period of time.
Maya didn’t acknowledge the girl as she picked up her wine glass, taking a deep drink and tasting the well fermented red. Disgusting, she thought. He hadn’t let it breathe.
“It’s strange how frightened you are to approach me for a Dolohov.” Maya sat up straighter in her chair and turned around elegantly, blinking up at the blonde girl with the tussled hair and the rabbits heart. “Little Alice is scared of the Cheshire.”
She smiled.
“I’m not frightened of you at all”, Addie hissed and crossed her arms before her chest, “why should I? I mean, it’s not like you can do anything to me. You’re simply a manipulative, psychopathic bitch. Nothing more, nothing less. And I can’t possible be afraid of such a pathetic woman.” Yes, she definitely pretended to be braver and cheekier than she actually felt like, but she wouldn’t let her take control of the situation and let her feel superior to her. Never ever.
“Why are you back to London, anyway? I highly doubt anybody is glad to see you back here because nobody actually wants here, so why bother us with the pleasance of your company?”













