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W H O M P I N G W I L L O W

Challenge Rejected.

Slowly, James inched his way towards the Whomping Willow. He eyed his nemesis with a defiant gaze, and placed his tanned hands onto his hips. Chin tilted slightly upward, he scoffed at the potentiality of him getting hurt.

He started to walk closer the tree when a voice pierced through his thoughts.

“TWENTY POINTS FROM GYFFINDOR! POTTER, I’VE TOLD YOU COUNTLESS TIMES: NEVER. GO NEAR. THAT. TREE. ”

He groaned, and pursed his lips, glancing at Professor McGonagall innocently, hoping to dodge any incoming punishment.

“But Miggyyy,” he whined. “That’s twenty points too many.”

Her upper lip twitched menacingly. “Detention, Potter.”