Stomp. Stomp. Stom--
What? She stopped stomping for a minute when she heard Laura say that she didn't want to stay with her anymore. Heh. Good. Maybe now the girl would think twice before messing with her again. This was why the 11 year old preferred taking matters into her own hands. When Professors got involved she usually ended up rather unsatisfied but, as was seen earlier, whenever she decided to get even she was usually very successful and therefore
very happy. GRIN.
Quite content with her efforts she went back to stomping, ignoring the muttering of the Headmistress. Who cared what the redhead had to say...or grumble?
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Hey! How come Laura got to sit?! She flashed around in the direction of the Headmistress' voice at the sound of her thunderous yelling. Despite not being able to see her she could see the anger clearly etched in the woman's expression, thanks to her wonderful imagination and it left the girl shaking.
KICKED OUT?!?!?
For once, Alexa had nothing to say.
She didn't want to be kicked out!! This was her first year--not even a year, it was her first few months! Her father would have been sorely disappointed in her then he wouldn't smile at her! The sudden fear of never seeing the Gryffindor common rooms or her new friends ever again were enough to have her desperately shifting her feet around in an effort to find her shoes. Hopefully she hadn't kicked them too far away earlier. After a bit of blind searching she found the left foot and shoved her foot into it--but where was the other one?!