Bite Me: Artemis|| An Unorthodox Alarm Clock|| Para
The fire fizzled out, and Keira gave another thump on the door. “Arty your father is being irritatingly worrisome. Get down to breakfast before I blast his head off. And yours.”
“How ‘bout I save you the trouble and just blow the fucking roof off? It’d be fun!”
“Well, aren’t we huffy, today?” Keira snorted.
“Watch the tone before I take a weed whacker to your bloody hair, I bet it’s a damned mess, anyway.”
“Probably’d make you look loads better.” she muttered thoughtfully.
Keira rolled her eyes.
“Just get your pasty blonde arse out here before your father gives me an aneurism. Please and thank you.”
“Mum, please leave or you’ll be the one giving me an aneurism!”
Arty sat up in her bed and admired her messy hair in the mirror on her dresser. She then tilted her head back, and groaned. She was too lazy to move.
Artemis muttered some spells and was dressed before even stepping one foot out of bed.
“Is the food actually edible? Or should I get my wand ready for defense?”
Keira pinched the bridge of her nose.
“You’re complaining as if I wanted to come up here and fetch you. Newsflash sweetheart. I really, really didn’t. trust me”
“It’s the same damn thing you have everyday. A blood bag. Take it out the fridge and chuck it in the microwave, Princess.”
“Unless you’re eating out.” she added, revealing all of her razor sharp back teeth from canines to molars in a rare sadistic grin, before her face reverted to its normal mischievous smirk.
“Make sure you give Daddy a hug when you get there.” she chortled, turning and walking back to the kitchen.
Artemis rolled her eyes and got out of bed.
She peeked into the kitchen before walking in, and her eyes were greeted by a displeasing sight. Claudius was picking on Loki again. Arty adopted an evil grin and whispered, “Petrificus Totalus.” BAM! Claudy fell smack dab on the kitchen floor.
Then, there was a long moment of confusion as the breakfast eaters threw puzzled looks towards the fallen Claudius. The heads then whipped around at the sound of the opening door.
Artemis made her entrance, and everyone put the pieces together as they saw that her wand was drawn, and noticed that Claudius hadn’t just fallen, but was paralyzed from head to toe.
Severus just rolled his eyes.
“Every bloody day something happens at the breakfast table…” he sighed, stalking off.
Devin seemed to look very put out at the site of his foster father leaving, before he purred at the site of the incapacitated Claudius and began using his hair as a scratching post.
Loki decided it was a good time to do a face plant on the table and sleep there.
“Hey.” Keira snapped at Artemis. “Move him.”
Devin glanced up to see who she was talking to and almost lost his mind.
“Arty!” he shouted, morphing into his kitten form, purring and tripping over his tail to get to her.
Devin ran and jumped straight into Arty’s gut. The tackle knocked her to her knees.
“Hello Devin, hi there! How are you, Devin? Who’s the cutest cat in the world, huh? Yes, yes you are!”
Arty spent about half a minute petting Devin the Kitten until a mumbling sound came from the paralyzed Claudius, obviously wanting the countercurse to be performed, and her mother nagging her to either fix him or move him.
Artemis almost didn’t do it, but then her father poked his head in and ordered, “Artemis Demetra Snape, do something about your brother!”
She obeyed, because in her mind, her father’s word was law.
However, she decided to leave Claudy lying there. Instead, she left the kitchen with Loki on her shoulder, carrying him to the living room couch.
He only said my brother, not which one, she thought to herself.
Devin gave a pitful mew, and scurried after the two.
Though not before giving little brother Claudy a cheerful lick on the cheek.
“Merow?” he asked, cocking his head before hopping up and down on his hind legs at Artemis’ feet with playful large purple eyes.
Devin wanted to play.