A Poop * k8 *
The voices! Aboli felt her heart RACE as if this were a real thing. She quickly pressed her wand to the top of her head and disillusioned herself so she would appear invisible, hopefully....
Looking around quickly, she made her way to the corner of the room to hide in plain sight, so to speak, trying to think of another way to sabotage this man's day. What if he didn't drink the coffee? She needed another way to cause discomfort, harm, or DEATH. Uh uh uh uh UH.
AH!
She grabbed the tin of tacs from the desk and threw them across the floor and across the seat of the cushioned chair. THERE.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |