Phoebe couldn't help but to stare at the strange man sitting in her kitchen. Someone wasn't getting fired. No, she'd kill them for letting such a freak into her home. What in Merlin's beard had they been thinking!?
"You need to leave," she ground out through bared teeth, her eyes narrowed on him, "And if you aren't gone by the time I find a pain potion, I'll make sure you're in need of one yourself." She wasn't quite sure what she'd do to harm the man since her wand was useless. Perhaps a frying pan to the head. No, that was too messy. Though she wouldn't have to clean up the mess and someone else could handle the disposal of the body. Maybe a frying pan would work after all.
She moved away then, headed to the pantry in search of what she wanted to quell the pain in her head.
"You need to leave," she ground out through bared teeth, her eyes narrowed on him, "And if you aren't gone by the time I find a pain potion, I'll make sure you're in need of one yourself." She wasn't quite sure what she'd do to harm the man since her wand was useless. Perhaps a frying pan to the head. No, that was too messy. Though she wouldn't have to clean up the mess and someone else could handle the disposal of the body. Maybe a frying pan would work after all.
She moved away then, headed to the pantry in search of what she wanted to quell the pain in her head.