This one is for Sierra as she randomly picked the number for me.
Drabble #6 - Torch “Ouch, bleeding barnacles!” And a clattering sound. Katie spun around at the angry tirade and couldn’t help the snort of derision that escaped her nasal passage. The Slytherin troll was leaning on the stone walls behind her, cluthing a hand to his head while wincing in pain. The burned out torch on the floor beside him explained the clattering noise. She put two and two together and this time burst out in real laughter, “You really are uncoordinated on the ground, Flint.” His hand came down and she saw the red bump on his head “Kiss the pain away, Katie.”