 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
There was certainly no worry about Emmerson leaving Kizzy alone for long. Shortly after her arrival, Emm came trudging across the grounds her broom magically dragging along the ground behind her. While her left arm had been mostly set to right and now only ached when too much pressure was applied, the right was fully slinged up and waiting for the bones to set themselves right again.
For all the good that did.
Humanity was dead.
Compassion, its equally deceased brother.
No one cared for the woes of an injured Gryffindor anymore. It was punishment this and stupidity that and overreaction here, and abysmally deplorable reasoning there.
Whatever happened to “how are you, Emmerson?” or “you can sit this one out, bud”?
Quite sullen, Emm came to a silent stop by her best friend, bracing for whatever look the Professor would have for her. Watch him make her fly with broken limbs because he was determined to make sure she never got away with this. It would be just like him, she was sure.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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