Posted by: picca on: June 4, 2007
She rushed up the stairs, trying to keep a large stack of papers from toppling out of her arms and attempting to not trip at the same time. Her mind raced as she remembered the franticness with which Professor Flitwick had shoved them in her direction.
“Quick, Miss Moonfield, quick! Professor McGonagall needs these right away!” [...]
Posted by: picca on: June 1, 2007
A bag split open, books flying everywhere. Gasping, the girl carrying the leftover shreds skidded to a stop and turned to dash back to her scattered books and parchments. As she rushed to gather them all before her next class, she heard a noise coming from the door across the hall.
Glancing up, she squinted towards [...]
