A Poop * k8 *
Once the sad patronus was gone, she tried again. Maybe she had to think of her recent "date" with Noah. The one that when she thought about, it made her cheeks go red. It was with those burning cheeks that she let out another "EXPEcTO PaTRONUuuuM!" The mist that shot out from her wand seemed thicker, more solid than before. Was that the HEAD of an animal?! Maybe??? Was she just HOPING SO HARD to see a shape that she was making shapes of nothing more than lifeless mist?!
The voice rang out, and Aboli turned with all the quickness of a paranoid seventh year Slytherin student. "Levicorpus!" she cried, the spell aimed right at whoever had disturbed her peace. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her face was hardened stone. "Who is spying on me?!" she called out before realizing..
GOODNESS.
IT WAS MAMIE!
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |