03-04-2021, 02:30 PM
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#118 (permalink)
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Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron | Team Muggle (still hiding) Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Heath had been so laser-focused on finding a hiding place that at first he didn't notice the shrinking tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Claudine sliding down the trunk as it shrank. Had Schmoe gone completely insane?! What if she was in that tree when he shrank it? He could've seriously injured her! That thought alone was enough to make his frustration boil over. Not only had Schmoe created an activity that encouraged bullying, but he was actually helping one side pick on the other - something that no professor in this school, not even Rosier, had done! At least when Rosier's lessons pitted the students against each other, he mostly left them to their own devices rather than engaging. Was it possible to disown one's Head of House?
Although Heath remained hidden behind the bush, still clutching the stick he found, he wasn't giving up like some of his teammates. He was lying in wait. Either that or he was trying to protect himself and others by hiding. In the mood he was now, he was liable to attack anyone who tried to capture him, and the small bit of compassion in him that hadn't yet died in The Room wouldn't allow that.
Just when Heath thought he couldn't be any more frustrated with this nonsense, he overheard Upstead. It was all he could do not to scoff and give away his position. I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you? he thought darkly. He braced himself for the impact of a Tempest Jinx, but none came. Instead he saw the ground around his feet turning to ice. That was… actually helpful. As long as he didn't try to move, there was little danger of him slipping, and if the frozen ground didn't trip up his opponents before they got to him, his stick would finish the job.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |
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