“Where are you going?”
“Let go of me!” Angelina hissed, “I’m going to see Alicia. She must be devastated...”
Montague rolled his eyes, “Please. Do you even know how long they were sleeping around together? She can’t dislike him that much. And I’m not letting you wander around Alaric Spinnet’s house. There’s shit around here even I don’t want to know about.”
“You’re not ‘letting me’? Stop trying to play over-protective husband,” she ripped her arm out of his grip, “And for the record, sleeping around with someone definitely doesn’t mean you want to spend the rest of your life chained to him.”
His eyes narrowed to slits and he gripped her shoulders painfully, “Lucky for me it wasn’t your decision.”
“Just because he’s in power now… the deatheaters won’t be in charge forever… and when he’s gone you’re all going to pay…”
He shook her, “Shut up! You’re just going to get yourself in more trouble. I can’t keep protecting you from everyone. How many people do you think I’m going to kill to keep you alive?”
This made her look away from him, ashamed. She cringed out of his arms.
“You know I don’t… that’s not what I…” Angelina was trembling. Not many things made her do that.
He glared at her, “Fine. Just go. She’s down the hall on the left.”
Angelina walked quickly away, leaving Montague to brood over their marital problems. At least they weren’t alone.
A/N: Not very pleased with this. Ah well.