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And the reason why nobody could get into the Slyth dorms is that I broke my bloody leg.
We were training last night,in one of the old houses in Hogsmeade, just before dinner,what with Duelling as a major subject and Defense Against the Dark Arts as its companion class, I figured I could work off my frustration with some action.
So I did. I even got top marks for it. Who knew I could actually excel in school?
Every spell and charm cast left me weak, considering the gruelling training we had for the past couple of weeks. But being the beautiful yet stubborn person that I am,
(Yes, I admit I can be stubborn, but I am the most beautiful stubborn person in the world. Aside from Draco, that is.)
I went on with the training despite feeling a bit stressed. Last night, one of those imbeciles who couldn't get past me decided to blast a chair, which then exploded in my face. The blast was so strong that I was practically blown back, and I stepped on a particularly weak spot on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was already in the friggin' basement.
My leg is mended now, but the person who caused my accident has hell to pay. Those were VERY painful minutes. I'm out on a hunt for that person (I could not remember who it was, and nobody's admitting anything, but I am SURE he is a Slytherin).
So if you hear screams from our dungeons, just carry on. I'm only methodically eliminating suspects.
We were training last night,in one of the old houses in Hogsmeade, just before dinner,what with Duelling as a major subject and Defense Against the Dark Arts as its companion class, I figured I could work off my frustration with some action.
So I did. I even got top marks for it. Who knew I could actually excel in school?
Every spell and charm cast left me weak, considering the gruelling training we had for the past couple of weeks. But being the beautiful yet stubborn person that I am,
(Yes, I admit I can be stubborn, but I am the most beautiful stubborn person in the world. Aside from Draco, that is.)
I went on with the training despite feeling a bit stressed. Last night, one of those imbeciles who couldn't get past me decided to blast a chair, which then exploded in my face. The blast was so strong that I was practically blown back, and I stepped on a particularly weak spot on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was already in the friggin' basement.
My leg is mended now, but the person who caused my accident has hell to pay. Those were VERY painful minutes. I'm out on a hunt for that person (I could not remember who it was, and nobody's admitting anything, but I am SURE he is a Slytherin).
So if you hear screams from our dungeons, just carry on. I'm only methodically eliminating suspects.