Whitney, who had just swimmed her way out fo the dungeons, with a terrifying and dangerous look on her face. She was completely drenched! Her clothes, not to mention her hair was dripping. What if she had drowned! Not exactly a likely outcome, but that was beside the point.
Once reaching the Slytherin House table she pulled out a chair violently, and slid on to it, her clothes dripping into a puddle onto the ground. "What happened!?" She asked to no one in particular.
__________________ Take me away.
"Oh do you have a story, do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where we'll all live happily?" |