 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash was not too happy with the vines. Ever since she twisted her ankle... and don't forget the time by the Weasley Swamp... she had just been mercilessly chopping through any vines that were in her way. By the end of the year, they'd all be stuck in the vines like flies in a web. Ash didn't like that thought.
She hurried over to where the professor was(leaving a path of destroyed vines that was visibly disappearing by the minute), then flew into the air. One annoying vine tried to catch her ankle, but she severed it and rose higher.
"Monday morning, professor." Good morning? No. It was a Monday morning. That was the kind of morning it was. It wasn't awful, but yeah. It wasn't good. |