Beth the narcissist Greyvson was calmly pacing around the armour gallery for the longest time. Why did this part of the book have to seem so old…so dated, so just god awfully boring? It felt like the wizarding equivalent to having teeth pulled.

”oh…blundering blunderbusses” she snapped as the blond kicked out her foot, the toe of her shoe connecting with a spot of rough stone wall by one of the pieces of armour. ”whats should I do tin man?” she asked even though she knew full well that he wasn’t made of tin – it was a magical piece of armour that did something.

Why couldn’t…why couldn’t they do something now? The girl huffed as she climbed next to one of the pieces of armour and looked inside its helmet, ”I’M BORED ARMOUR…YOU SHOULD HELP ME,” she practically yelled into the poor dear’s ear. "pleaaaaaase, show me what happened in the Great War...i'm ready my body is ready! i'll even hold a shield and defend this school!" she told the suit before stomping on the ground once more.

It was like they weren't l i s t e n i n g to her. Those jerks.