If I were to list things I expected to get caned for, associating with Lord Voldemort would have been pretty low on the list. And yet…
This morning came to find Abel upon waking up, and complained that I’d had bad dreams, which had involved getting tortured and killed. Not fun.
“Oh, dear,” he said. “Come on, I’ll take your mind off it.”
He ushered me into the bedroom, and followed me in with a cane. “Bend over the edge of the bed, young lady. I’ll teach you a lesson about associating with dangerous types.”
He took aim, tapping the cane against my bottom, and then sliced it down with a thwack. I yelped, and apologised about such naughtiness.
“Who was torturing you, anyway?” Abel asked.
“Um, Voldemort,” I admitted.
“Well! I’ll teach you about associating with Voldemort!” He sliced the cane down again.
It really hurt, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I had to admit, the remedy was working: by the time all six strokes were done, I was sore, but thoroughly distracted from my nightmare. A caning turns out to be a great distraction, there’s a surprise.
Hmm, Voldemort, though?
Kudos to Abel for not breaking stride when he realised what he’d got himself into!
Such a lovely combinations of Abel’s conviction that a caning cures all and his strong distaste for all things Potter!
Ha ha, love how you got him into a ‘Potter’ scene by default 😉
LOL I confess to having taken some time to recall which particular Potter character Voldemort is. The one who’s not Snape and not the headmaster and not Maggie Smith, right?
Was lovely to play such a silly, spontaneous scene!
Brilliant, Haron, simply brilliant 😀
You two are very nearly too much for me take
LOL! This is why I love you both