Cruising By: NaNo Day 16
Day Sixteen: 607 words
Yeah, I know--if I don't pick up the pace soon... Oh, the icon? The one that perfectly expresses the NaNo experience? Made for me by the gracious clare099. Thanks Clare--you gave me my biggest smile of the day.
More Dame Sans Merci
Next a white beam jetted out from her wand and hit Severus in his wand arm. Even from metres away, I heard a sickening snap. Severus' face went white but he still managed to transfer his wand to the other hand. The ring had handicapped him, would not allow anything but defensive moves--and such spells as Protego ate up energy even faster than offensive spells. He was tiring.
I pushed myself to my knees and began to feel the ground in front of me, trying to find my wand. I heard the sizzle of a hex being thrown and then Severus cry out and looked up to see blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. But what truly unnerved me was the look I saw on our adversary's face: The same look Crookshank had on his face when he'd cornered and played with Pettigrew in rat form before snapping his neck.
That's when I committed very possibly the stupidest act of my life.
Yes, I know, I'm evil.
Why is it that theoretically, what I wrote today shouldn't take much more than half-hour of my time, and though I haven't timed it, seemed to take forever? I'm looking forward to being able to read fic again... Well, maybe after BOS.