Work Text:
As expected, Potter burst into my office early, brandishing my latest about and looking murderous.
“What the fuck is this?”
“I believe they call it a ‘book’, Potty. Surely you’ve seen one before.”
Potter snarled, pointing to the glasses-adorning antelope on the cover. “But your fucking book is clearly about me. You had no fucking right!”
He was practically shaking with rage. Luminous with passion.
I fought hard to mask my delight. My awe. “Terry Trotter is a fictional children's picture book featuring anthropomorphized animals. Any resemblance to real life persons or events is coincidental.”
Then I sneered. “But how predictable that you think the world revolves around you.”
Potter threw the book at my head, spat a “fuck you”, and Disapparated with a crack.
I sighed. "Only in the storybooks."