 Mischievous Niffler
There was a lot of shouting up ahead, though of what Kitty did not know. She was just walking by the courtyard when she heard it. "I wonder what that's all about?" the Gothic girl mused out loud to herself curiously. Her curiosity was enough to divert her from her path towards the sounds of the shouting. She was getting closer. Then she stopped in her tracks.
Professor Black. Professor Ursula Black. The face that had haunted Kitty's nightmares unceasingly for the past year, now, lunging at Brady. Brady, the very same boy she almost cooked alive last year...
"No..." Was the world spinning upside down or was she dizzy? For a moment Kitty felt as if she might faint. But she couldn't faint. Not yet.
"HELP!" Kitty screamed as loud as she could, hoping that a teacher would hear. Then instead of drawing her wand, she threw her new hand mirror as hard as she could at Professor Black. |