“A toilet seat? Really? Is it too much to ask for one normal Valentine?” “I don&rs
“A toilet seat? Really? Is it too much to ask for one normal Valentine?” “I don’t know. I like it. I’d dismantle the Ministry for you,” Angelina folds the note and tucks it away, “It’s touching.” Alicia glares at her. “It’s fitting,” Angelina continues, “We’re not normal.” “Clearly.” “Aberrations of the bell curve. At least if the troll-turd lot is to be believed.” “We don’t have to be. Abnormal.” “It’s a lot more fucking fun though, innit? Someone’s willing to take on this shite Ministry, sitting in Malfoy’s pocket, just for us. It’s romantic.” “I worry for you sometimes.” “Touching, ‘Licia. I’ll be here, fucking their shit up. Whipping my braids in their troll-faces. Dumbledore’s Army.” “It’s a good thing.” “Yeah. Not normal, though. Normal people stick around waiting for Ministry flyers. Get flowers for Valentines.” “All right, all right, you’ve made your point.” “About fucking time.” Her hand goes up to her hair. Worms. But then, she’d have to be normal, like the rest of them. Forget and hide, always weak. She didn’t have time for that. No one had time for that. No one with sense anyway. Quidditch. NEWTs. War. Normal people worried about normal things instead of the things that really mattered. The big things. The statistical outliers. The Ministry. Well, she worried about them. The toilet seat and the accompanying note was a touching reminder. I’d dismantle the Ministry for you. The kind of love note a smart witch loves to get. None of them were normal. None of the people who wore red, anyway. Not Fred, not George, not Katie, not Alicia, not Lee, not her. Somebody had to be abnormal, if normal meant a life of corruption and violence and slurs thrown about casually as though they were not intended to make some people less equal than other people. “We are doing the right thing, right?” “Yeah,” Angelina considers the toilet seat on the bed in front of her, “Should tell Fred this doesn’t mean he can skive off Quidditch practice though.” (Angelina Johnson requested by anon. Valentine+ toilet seat born of discussion between essayofthoughts and myself.) -- source link
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