Kalla was MUTTERING. Muttering I SAY.
And she had FINALLY gotten the feeling back in her fingers as she had cast MULTIPLE warming charms on herself as she made her way back from the pitch. That Prefect boy had HIT A BLUDGER AT HER HEAD. When she didn't have a bat to protect herself. It was... RUDE.
But oh well. She had shown him. He was just a LITTLE quicker than her in today's practice though. Not to worry. He was on her LIST now. List of people who had it coming.
Whatever it was.
And she would beat him at quidditch... or he might die trying. Heh.
That brought a smile to her face as she plopped down in front of the fireplace and extended her hands toward the flames. And NO. She had not listened to her captain when he told her to hit the showers. So here she sat... sweaty, dirty, and ragey. Hmph. |