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Punk Rock Princess 
Gaaaah. So much love in the air
I LOVE IT!
Yay Corale! <3333
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The Fall
We all know Cale is not exactly the lightest on his feet, but he is pretty sure he is one of the few at Hogwarts whose clumsiness has almost killed them.
Cale was busy listening to the radio one day, when a song came on that he really liked. It was a classic from the Weird Sisters, and he couldn't help but to start playing air guitar...like a loser. Cale liked pretending his was a rockstar--deep down, he thought it would be a really cool job, actually. If only he knew how to play the guitar.
Anyways, so, like most teenage boys, Cale doesn't make his bed a lot. And that day his sheets were hanging off the edge of his unmade bed, and he proceeded to trip over them. As usual.
Only not many people have such bad luck that they fall and head straight for their open window. Which was exactly what happened.
He toppled out the open window, so that half of his body was hanging perilously over the rosebushes below, and the lower half of his body was still in his room. It took him a whole 4 minutes to push himself back into his room, and all that time he had seriously thought he was going to plummet to his death in the rosebushes.
Granted, the height between him and the bushes was only about ten feet at the most, but we already know Cale exaggerates a lot.
Up until now, that had been the clumsiest thing he had ever done. But what happened this morning was probably a little worse.
He blamed his sister Theresa, really. Like a typical 9 year old, she had managed to somehow break into his room when he wasn’t looking, and then she got a hold of some of his drawings...you know, the ones with the hearts on them? Once he discovered her little invasion of privacy, he chased her around the upper level of his house while she taunted him ("Oooooohhhhhhhhh, who's
Coraaaaaaaaa?") until she finally decided to run downstairs.
You can already see where this is going, right?
So, as Cale stormed after her, his big feet got in the way on the second landing of his staircase, and he toppled all the way down. A few seconds later, he felt a very sharp pain in his arm and a tiny cracking noise, and it was all over. Except for the pain--that just got worse.
His mother's first reaction was to go, "Cale Markus Newell, you've fallen down
again?" but after she saw the state of his arm, she immediately rushed him to St. Mungos.
Now, his arm was mended quite quickly, and it took the Healer's only ten seconds to completely mend the break. The only thing was that the bone in his arm was still fragile. They gave him daily doses of potion to take to bring his arm's strength back, but it wouldn't be fully healed for a few days, so he had to wear a sling around his arm until then. At first, he was just glad that it was not his wand hand, but then a startling thought occurred to him.
The day he was allowed to take the sling off, was the first day of classes. Meaning that he would have to make his first appearance at school, on the train, with this hideous, grotesque, embarrassing arm sling.
How lovely.