Willie rubbed his bum some more, hoping that applying pressure to it might ease the pain. Sadly, it didn't. Groaning, he buried his face into the grass and began to mutter evil words of how he will cause death to this slide. If a slide can die.

Maybe he could use a charm or something.

Or just kick it. Repeatedly.


He soon heard the little first year whining somewhat a few feet away from him. And then he was a few inches. He must've dragged himself beside to be beside Willie.

"AYYYYE. 'E be walkiiin' the plank and we be laughin' our bottoms thinthe da fool don't know what 'e got 'imthelf into, EH?" Willie groaned, rubbing his bum some more. Boy, did it hurt! And it hurt a lot!

"OII. OII. 'Ow we be walkin' now? Me bum is broken, I tellth ya! BROKEN! 'ow am I be walkin' now?!"