 Mischievous Niffler
Her eyes widened in surprise at Blaise's daring question. COULD she escort him out after curfew to play Gobstones? Students weren't supposed to be out, and she was pretty certain she'd get in trouble if she were caught. She began to say so, but she changed her mind at the last moment. "Um...sure, why not? We won't get in trouble if I'm with you. Yes, let's do it." She felt herself becoming braver as she spoke. "How about an empty classroom on your level?" Wow, was she actually doing this?
Blaise's answer on the Statute didn't really surprise her. "It certainly has had its advantages," she admitted. "But over the past few years I've been wondering if we really need it anymore. I'm half-blood as you know, and this past summer I became friends with some Muggles in a Yoga class I'm attending. You must know some Muggles too. Doesn't it feel wrong to hide part of yourself -"
"GAAA!!"
Whatever long speech she'd been about to go into was interrupted by the very scare (at first) and VERY rude screaming's of one bratty Poltergeist child.
"Storm!" she shouted, throwing her arms up over head - but not quite fast enough. Storm's water drenched his hit her arms and the front half of her head, making her hair bangs cling to her forehead and running down her face and the front of her robes.
Furious, she reached for her wand and said in a commanding voice, "Come near us again and I'll use the jinx we used on your dad when he barged in our charms lesson in my second year. Oh, and I do NOT smell like anything." She may have been distraught over recent events, but certainly not distraught enough to forget to wash.
"I can ignore him now," she told Blaise, pocketing her wand. Could she have her cake and eat it too? |