Ainra entered the detention dungeon reluctantly. Why had she blown up that fire work again? She couldn't remember except for that it had seemed like a good idea at the time. The worst part was that she was generally a good kid... well kinda. She was a bit upset at herself for this to be perfectly honest. She signed in:
Name: Ainra Fortivir
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1st |