 A Poop * k8 *
Ember smiled kindly at him to show it was A-OK. "It's fine. These things happen. Life is often unpredictable, isn't i-IIITTTTTTT--"
And EMBER DOWN. EMBER DOWN.
The broom had SWEPT under her feet and she was suddenly on her bum, feeling the shock from the hit her tailbone had taken. "Oh MY--" she cried, holding her wand aloft. "Where did it go?!" She squinted and shot an Immobulus at it.
"Are you okay?" she asked, keeping her eyes peeled for the broom. She was NOT getting up only to be knocked over again.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |