“Well, this is awkward…”
Sliding down the stairs on a cushion/in a laundry basket, then wiping out and rolling the rest of the way down.
Truthfully, the pain shooting up and down Doe’s spine at that moment was considerably worse than anything she’d suffered in a fight. At least when she suffered pain in a fight, it was with dignity. This was probably the single most undignified thing she’s done since flashing her bra at some muggle taxi driver who nearly jarred her into the street while she was crossing illegally. It might have only been second to that if someone she knew and respected hadn’t walked in during her time of shame.
Doe looked up at Edgar from the floor, wondering if she looked as mad as she felt, or at least as childish. Her hair was sprawled around her head and one of her legs was still propped up on the staircase. She looked like a fool. “Let’s both be honest, it’s not the worst thing someone’s caught me doing,” she said, trying to sound as reasonable as anyone could while sprawled on the floor at the foot of the stairs, the offending laundry basket mocking her uselessly ten feet away. “This angle suits you, Edgar. You’ve got nice cheekbones. You can really appreciate them from down here.” She slowly lifted herself up, biting her tongue to avoid making any sounds as she did so. All the bruises’ll be on your back, she reasoned. Nobody’ll ever know.
She grinned, and felt a lot like she had back in Hogwarts when she’d been caught doing something stupid and clever. It was a pleasant feeling. “Don’t tell Moody.”
