Poison

Maybe you were dreaming, Mr Pope. The way Dr Ganerbai said it I knew the teasing in his voice was not seriously intended, he was just easing up a bit after the extreme strain. Harry didn’t take it that way. He stood on his bed in his striped pyjamas, glaring at Dr Ganerbai and the colour began to spread out over his cheeks. Are you suggesting I’m a liar? Dr Ganerbai remained absolutely still watching Harry. Harry took a pace forward on his bed, there was a shining look in his eyes. -you dirty, little, Bengali, sewer rat. Shut up, Harry. I said -you dirty, brown, filthy, little… -Shut up Harry! -backwards castle… -Shut your mouth! Stop!