CHASER [H.S.]

"ID?" He asks in a curt tone, his eyes burning into me with a subtle glare of humor.

"Seriously?" I ask, irritation growing within me as he asks me the redundant question, him knowing I'm clearly of age to be here.

"Did I stutter?" He bites back, his eyes narrowing even more, eyes I have grown to despise over the years I've known him.

"Cocksucker," I mouth under my breath as I dig through my bag, looking for my ID.

"What was that?" Harry asks in a stern voice, causing me to look up to meet his eyes once more.

"Sorry," I say, faking sympathy in my tone for a second with a small smile on my lips, "I said cocksucker," I repeat myself after clearing my throat louder this time, enunciating the word to make sure he heard me.

// MATURE //