73/ Warn

Corsica was very glarey-faced at the moment. She had the hard eyes of an angry wildebeest… and the sound of her harsh breathing was rather wildebeesty as well. The itty-bitty Gryffindor had a reputation for being terribly short-tempered, and her classmates knew to stay well back from the small heaving mass of angerball.

“Calm down, Cors,” her friend Robinette warned, making frantic calming circles with her hands (which, truthfully, weren’t very calming).

“I can’t. I’m just. So. MAD.” She pointed a shaking finger at the trembling seventh year boy nearby. “That boy stepped on my shoelace, and it came untied!”


Dedicated to the many many anger management cases we have in our lovely RPG.