 Wowza!
Willow had been . . . well, doing anything BUT paying attention to the History of Magic lesson. In truth, the sixth year had been busy doodling Quaffles and Bludgers and Goal hoops on the very corner of her parchment throughout the entire class, not even caring whether the professor caught her or not.
Okay, that was a blatant lie, for Willow would care if Truebridge caught her, but that had not happened, so why worry about it?
There was no need to worry about that, not at all, because there were more pressing matters at this precise moment.
Like the water spreading all around the floor of the classroom.
What. The. Hell?
Abruptly standing up, Willow glared violently at the stupid water as she listened to Truebrigde bark orders. Good thing she was NO prefect, so she had no business here, which obviously meant that Willow Kovac was free to go before her socks ended up wet and - I'MSORRYWHAT?!
Help pick up parchments and books.
Books.
BOOKS!
!!!!!
Who cared about BOOKS when you were about to die?
Drama Queen.
"Sure, professor." Yes, sure Sure they were all going to DIE here.
If Willow died, she was holding Truebridge and his precious blasted books responsible.
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