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[Milie Gunabie]

A baby.

A baby.

What the bloody bonkers were her parents thinking?

The sound of synthetic leather hitting the wall held Milie Gunabie’s full focus. She watched as the football rebounded off, rolling back toward the source of its momentum – that source being Milie’s foot. The young Gryffindor swung her foot back and kicked it again, sending it into a repeat of before. She could count on the faded black and white ball bouncing back off of the wall every time she kicked it thusly. It was something Milie, athletic that she was, was able to see, to comprehend.

Why the hell her parents were having another child, however, did not fit into the previous category.

‘We didn’t plan for this to happen, but really it’s a surprise blessing,’ they had said. Why not just go ahead and say that this baby had been a major ‘oops’? Really, Milie had thought, does anyone plan to have children fourteen freaking years apart? Was Milie Gunabie upset about this occurrence? Yes, yes she was very much upset. Milie liked being an only child (because despite her other well, visitor, Milie was very much an only child). She wouldn’t say that she was spoiled, per say, but Milie knew that she was her parents’ center of attention and had been ever since the day she was born. It was nice feeling wanted and safe and warm, and especially missed when she came home for the holidays. So, sue her, she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about learning that she’d have to share her parents with a baby.

And the thing was, Milie wasn’t the only one who decidedly did not want to share.

That voice, that other person who resided somewhere in the depths of Milie’s mind and soul, she didn’t appear too please with this recent information either.

Neither wanted to be a big sister – it was one of the first times that the two of them had actually agreed upon something. And Milie, truth be told, couldn’t decide if that scared her half to death or if it was progress. Or even a little bit of both. At least Milie’s parents had scheduled an extra session with their psychiatrist this month. Milie typically liked her sessions, though she had the feeling that every now and then she baffled her doctor. Oh well! Milie figured that that was why her sessions were pretty much always interesting – the ones she was conscious for, anyways.

Speaking of Milie’s parents, one of the worst parts about the whole baby ordeal was the indisputable fact that her parents still… did it. Yuck. They were old! Well, they were too old to Milie and that’s all that really mattered: they were old and they were her parents. Milie, fourteen years old and slightly underdeveloped in maturity, had trouble accepting these facts. She knew adults had sex, sure, but it was only the young, child-less, good-looking sorts in comic books and media and entertainment that did it. Right? Not the parents of a teenager. Not the parents of Milie. And now she couldn’t get the terrifying thought of her parents doing it out of her mind and thus she truly felt the urge to knock her head against the wall.

She went for kicking the football again, instead. It was one of her favorite muggle sports, football, because it reminded Milie a bit of Quidditch. The ball itself was kind of quaffle-like, and to rack up points players had to kick it past the goalie and into the net, just like the chasers had to get past the keeper to get the quaffle through the rings. Football just lacked the snitch and bludgers and stuff. It was fun, and she used to like kicking the ball around with her dad. She’d even play goalie while he’d try to score against her – it made for decent keeper practice. But now, what if she got a little brother for her father to play sports with instead? Or, what if she got a little sister who happened to dislike all the things that Milie did? Milie wasn’t sure what would be worse.

At least she had time to figure it out. Seven more months or so? Plus the time it took for the baby to turn into an actual person with a real personality.

For now, she was content to waste this time grumbling over the situation she was forced into while taking her frustration out on her football and the practice room wall. She was almost positive the professors here wouldn’t approve of her indoor activity, but it was a wide open room and the walls were stone anyway. How much damage could she actually do?

Another fierce kick sent the ball rebounding high off the wall and toward the back of the room where Milie was now aware of the door closing behind someone. Crap.

“Ahh whoops! Heads up!”

O P E N !