Feathery Thingywhatsit | BookSnake 94. Allergic It was Valentine’s Day, and as a treat, the Transfiguration professor was having the class turn daisies into roses. Bella stopped dead when she entered the room. This was not good.
Before she could get to the door, her throat clenched unbearably tight, her eyes turned red and overflowed with tears. Bella slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, and all she could think about was how humiliated she was.
“Poor girl,” the professor murmured. “It must be allergies.” A potion was forced down her throat, but Bella felt no better. Her shame was suffocating.
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