 H: 150 m: 125 :15 Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
Mason couldn't even feel slightly good about what she had just done. Sure her spells had worked, but Snog-bird wasn't even totally into this, meaning that her small victory wasn't even a victory. . .
UGHHHHH 
Stomping towards the other side of the arena, Mason jumped gracefully down from said platform and came up next to where Snog-bird lay. Are you kidding me? -_____-
Was he seriously just gonna stay down? As if their Duel wasn't important, which FYI Snog-bird, it was!
Prodding him slightly with her foot, her nose scrunched up, Mason concluded that this peasant was CLEARLY injured or something. That or he just thought he was too good for this. . . the latter only served to infuriate her more. Retracting her foot from his peasantrish-body, Mason whipped around and look up at the arena to where his Hawtness stood, gesturing with her wand to where the heap lay. "Professor, I think I broke this peasant." she said with a roll of her eyes. Either that or he was just really weak. . . |