Queen of Typos | The OTHER OTHER Roro | WICKED is Good
She didn't appreciate what was going on, did anyone? Though, she'd just been threatening in that letter and being all fierce but you see, that was in ink and she was talking to a human being. Not a soul-sucking thingy. The color drained out of her face and she just stared with wide eyes at her desk. Maybe if she didn't look at them she'd be fine and unnoticed.
GULP!
The Professor was saying something, wands out? The fourth-year reached for her wand in the holster and tightened her grip around it then stumbled out from behind her desk and got closer to the Professor and the people around her.
Oh the Professor's patronus was a Hippogriff, in any other occasion if she had found out about that she'd have been extremely impressed. She liked Hippogriffs and wished to ride one. Well, it barely registered now.
Instinctively, she backed down and pressed herself against the wall FAR away from the dementors. Maybe they'd actually listen and GO AWAY! And like, they wouldn't notice her. Or Lex....Or her friends. but herself first
And no, she couldn't think of any happy memories. It just felt like she'd spent her entire life miserably. She knew she didn't but couldn't think of anything happy. Other than getting the heck out of here ALIVE!
__________________ I may not have the softest touch-----------------------I may not say the words as such  And though I may not look like much -----------------------------I'm yours |