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That--- he was--- what--- who did he think---

Anneliese wasn't sure whether she should start screaming angrily or fearfully over the fact that Will had just waltzed right into the kitchen so unceremoniously that it could have been any regular day. A day like they hadn't just spent the week apart, and it wasn't just after dark, and she obviously hadn't been home alone, and-- what, was he a burglar now? How had-- was he serious? You didn't do that! Just--- her fingers clenched her wand (yes, she had heard the door open, but--) by the second, growing tighter with each passing moment where he didn't say anything.

Exactly how was this suppose to--- you didn't just walk right into a house without--- who in their right mind--- Anneliese felt her face start to burn, and her tears from before quickly dry as she felt her chest begin to feel almost nauseated. Was he-- what was--- her eyes shot between him and the package (what was it? No doubt something equally nauseated to how he was acting) on the table, calculating what to start with first.

She couldn't even--- it seemed very challenging, then, to pry her fingers off from her wand for some reason. Not that she desired to physically attack him with it (but attack him along other lines, perhaps yes), just that-- well... oh, for fuck's sake, what did she care? He was the one that thought she was a horrible mother, so--- he had just broke into their house! Her house! That wasn't--

It would be a lot easier to understand and analyze if she wasn't so ridiculously pregnant.

"You---!" Anneliese started, but quickly realized that her mouth was moving much faster than her brain and had no idea what she wanted to say next. There was too much! Where to begin? There wasn't a place to begin, it was one big circle of anger and--- now paranoia because she had no idea what he was doing and--- "You can't do that!" she sputtered out finally, eyes widening slightly with every word.