Even though he was still convinced he was about to be told to find a new school, Murph had started to feel about two per cent better, which was a significant improvement on the last few weeks and took him to a grand total of five per cent. But it had been good to talk to someone about it all, he realised.
Death I understand. There are plenty of people willing to die to achieve ridiculous results. But I relaly don’t think any drugs could justify the possibility of anal leakage. If anything ever drips out of my ass as a result of the treatment I’m receiving, the cure is clearly not worth it.
I shake my head and stop that train of thought. I wonder if he’ll be underwhelmed and disappointed when he looks at me for the first time. I wonder for the millionth of time why he left me. “Morgan,” I say, speaking for the man in the picture, “I am your father.”
Figuratively, they escaped from Count Olaf and their miserable existence. They did not literally escape, because they were still in his house and vulnerable to Olaf’s evil in loco parentis ways. But by immersing themselves in their favorite reading topics, they felt far away from the ir predicament, as if they had escaped.
Then I saw them. Four identical blond girls, dressed entirely in black, marching towards me.
I began to walk faster, praying I would make it to my house before they made it to me. But obviously I’m not that lucky. I was about two doors away when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
Harry sat and thought about this while Hagrid read his newspaper, the Daily Prophet. Harry had learnt from Uncle Vernon that people liked to be left alone while they did this, but it was very difficult, he’d never had so many questions in his life.
I glared at him again. Surprisingly, he returned the annoyed look before locking his eyes on my father. Ditto for my dad with him. He looked ready to murder Brian. “How dare you suggest such a thing to her? You’ve only been a couple for a week. She’s barely nineteen!”
Brian was completely unruffled by the outburst, save some eye twitching and teeth grinding that suggested he wanted to tear into my dad. He resisted the urge, though, and sat up straight in his chair to give the scary prosecuting attorney a confident, challenging stare.
One did not turn down an invitation from Saint Cloud. At least, one didn’t if one wanted to continue living contentedly in Paris. Vampires took offence so easily — and Parisian vampires were the worst of all.