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And you know what? Kinsay James was surprisingly okay with being trampled by screaming muggles. She deserved it. If this was how it all ended, then Kinsay couldn't even be mad. She had blown one of their heads off after all.
This was karma. Goodbye terrible world, it was only a little fun while it lasted.
Except. Blink. Blink. It was all gone? The screaming dummies? The shrieking babies? All of it was gone just like that? Kinsay felt like she could once again breath though there was very little relief in doing so. Today was miserable and it had only been a few hours since she had woken up. She needed cuddles. And for daddy to say everything was going to be okay. Except instead all she got were more orders from the Headmaster. The second year slowly lifted herself up from the floor to follow behind the crowd. She wanted to stay at the back incase he sent any horrible spells their way. More people to hide behind.
When the realization of where they were heading finally hit, Kinsay felt all sorts of horrible and sad. The dummies were bad because they screamed and felt real. But they weren't real. They were just pretend. The technology lounge though? This was real. This was something that Professor Schmoe probably worked really hard to set up for them. And they were going to make it go... boom?
Her heart felt sad for the Muggle Studies professor, but seeing as she wanted to keep her mouth (and all other body parts), Kizzy knew she wouldn't really have much of a choice here. So she walked over to one of the corners by herself and aimed her wand at one of the beanbag chairs. "Bombarda," she tried without any real oomph.
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