 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aria heard the footsteps but didn't turn around because she was way too busy keeping an eye out for any trouble. “Doesn’t seem like he did,’’ the Slytherin replied, finally glancing at Desiree. “I mean I’m not erupting with sneezes or in hives or anything.” As she said the words, it only then occurred to her the level of relief that went through her. “Hi, Tadhg!’’ Oh yes, Aria knew all about her Housemate’s woes from the powers he had been given. “Well, a lot of you know I start mini tornadoes based on my mood mostly.” She shuddered. “Bad moods equal bigger tornadoes so I really don’t want to have one right now.’’
It was no surprise that Peeves’ cackling had drawn yet another someone. “You did, Professor! He was in that direction.” Aria pointed and promptly, a strong blast of wind shot down the corridor from her fingertips. Two of the green vases fell to the floor with resonating crashes. “OH NO! I didn’t mean to!’’ Her hand was quickly lowered, distress written all over her pretty face. |