The Aussie was rolling on the ground in agony still, brushing his back on the ground as if he’d been stung by a million ants. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH.” His voice echoed around the grounds as he looked up to where Willie was.
He didn’t land so well either.
Using his ting little arms, Cy slide himself thought the grass (the butter/oil remeing made this rather easy) towards the second year. “SO MUCH FOR YAH’ BUM!” He said shrilly, “I cracked me’ spine in two. TWO. It’s a—ouch, bloody, OUCH…. Riot I tell yah.” Everyone move he made caused a sharp pain in his back.
And the Quidditch match was just around the corner. Uh-oh.
“Whoever didn’t pad this down is walking the plank mate. WALKING THAH PLANK.” Random thoughts came to mind as he layed back down across the grass. “We need a parrot.” Yes, random was an understatement.
__________________ Stalkee loves Stalker most, ALWAYS. Never forget <3
Pardnuhs for life! <333
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