Bella opened her mouth to say something she'd later regret, but snapped it shut before the words could escape. She seethed in silence, attempting to muster the so-called "Gryffindor courage", until Jamie's banging came to a halt. Her hand lingered on the doorknob until she pushed herself to swing it open, and one deep breath later she was face-to-face with a red-faced Jamie.
"You need to learn to control your language," she scoffed, "Or is a territorial nature so deeply ingrained in your male psyche that you lose yourself the moment someone claims what's yours?" Her tone had shifted from loud and angry to cold and quiet—a subtle expression of the fear she felt when faced with a truly enraged Scotsman.
"You need to learn to control your language," she scoffed, "Or is a territorial nature so deeply ingrained in your male psyche that you lose yourself the moment someone claims what's yours?" Her tone had shifted from loud and angry to cold and quiet—a subtle expression of the fear she felt when faced with a truly enraged Scotsman.
— MJ is MAGICAL —