Jemima did not appreciate being lectured to at the best of times - she had always been well-behaved, so lectures were few and far-between or otherwise entirely undeserved, in her opinion - but she certainly didn't appreciate being lectured to by a girl scarcely older than her. Jemima knew what she had done wrong, but, quite frankly, she had already suffered more than enough!
Her wicked mind, the girl was saying now! Jemima spluttered in utter disbelief. She had said some insensitive things, perhaps, but they had not been evil; some things might even have been called for. "A Concealing Charm?!" Jemima said hotly, her voice pitching upwards, both louder and higher, in her indignation. "It was my private diary! You might all have been spared my 'vile words' if anyone had had a shred of decency! Perhaps when you read the words 'Dear Diary' you should have STOPPED READING!"
It occurred to Jemima, a little late, that possibly the last thing she ought to be doing was making another scene. Nevertheless.
Her wicked mind, the girl was saying now! Jemima spluttered in utter disbelief. She had said some insensitive things, perhaps, but they had not been evil; some things might even have been called for. "A Concealing Charm?!" Jemima said hotly, her voice pitching upwards, both louder and higher, in her indignation. "It was my private diary! You might all have been spared my 'vile words' if anyone had had a shred of decency! Perhaps when you read the words 'Dear Diary' you should have STOPPED READING!"
It occurred to Jemima, a little late, that possibly the last thing she ought to be doing was making another scene. Nevertheless.
