 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tino's sneakers skidded to a halt at the banister. There she is! Making her escape! He watched with the sinking feeling of dismay as the staircase swept away, Bunbury cascading down the steps like a flailing pink flamingo. Tino stamped his foot, cursing through his teeth and lamenting the fact of his ordinary, boring human existence. If only he could become so angry he morphed into The Hulk!
His pale knuckles were shaking on the stone railing. "You . . you," Tino spat, searching his mental reportoire of literary descriptions, "You---BAD! You BAD BAD LADY!"
There, not exactly poetry, but it got his point across. Like a flash, Tino spun and headed for the alternate passage to the second floor, hoping to cut the Herbology teacher off at the next level.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |