 49% Dalmatian | | 51% Human
The fifth year couldn't help wrinkling her nose at the little creatures. Honestly, would there ever be a day she came to this class and didn't feel so uneasy?
...
Well, no probably not, considering when it came to fights or threats she'd learn she was a very flighty person and would rather just run away than try to cast a spell or fight anyone. She was a gentle hufflepuff who wished no ill will towards anyone, real or fake...
And yeah, she was well aware she would probably die one day because of this.
But turning her attention back to the nasty little trolls and took a step forward, seeing how the classmates who hung back seemed to be pestered even more by the things. Squaring one up that seemed to be a bit further from the swarm she went towards it and took a firm swing...
And missed it completely... 
Why couldn't she even do this? |