 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash hit the floor hard, landing on her already injured hip and her right wrist and her back and her ankle. She laid there for a minute. Honestly, she deserved that. And the idea of casualties on both sides cheered her up slightly, in theory. If all the things she cared about were going to burn no matter what, then hurting a few pureblood supremacists was a small victory.
Ash got off of the floor, smiling slightly. Those dummies had fought, and that made her a little happy. Real muggles weren't weak, did they know? If you're going to go down, might as well annoy people in the process. And that was only happy thought in the most miserable way.
Ash followed, limping, to the tech lounge. They were blowing it up now? Ash was just kinda numb at this point. Physically and mentally. This was her favorite place in the castle, and she was destroying it on purpose. She pointed her wand, and blew up exactly one computer. A single tear streaked down her face. She didn't notice. First class of last year, Ash had been physically scarred. THis time, she was mentally scarred. If there were any other types of scarring, then Ash would probably encounter them at some point.
Last edited by astrocat; 01-12-2021 at 02:45 PM.
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