Short POV, my foot. I have trouble reading long POVs, mom calls it ADHD, I call it #TheRealLifeDory
I've decided that Andale Mono, 18 point, black is my official font because a) I have trouble reading small text and b) I like it :)
I was actually kinda glad the others decided to tag along. I was not spending a night in the Forbidden Forest alone with two boys.
What would people think of me, then? And they're both really annoying. I'm serious, if we get caught, that Tim kid is going to die tonight, baby!
Erm, sorry. Got a bit carried away.
Charlie's voice carried me away from my wonderful dreams of the murder of Tim (Whhaat? It's normal, now shove it), "Then when do we leave?"
I fingered my wand in the pockets of my blue, white, and black robes that identify me as a member of the smartest (and humblest!) House. Ravenclaw. Founded by Rowena Raveclaw. My wand was awesome, as I'm sure you know. All wands are great, but it depends on the reaction time, the proper saying of the spell, and the magic in one's blood.
My reaction time? On the spot. Pronounciation? Doesn't get better than me (See? Humble!) And the magic? Eh, half blood. Works for me. I don't discriminate by blood. Charlie was excellent and I had figured out that she must've been the Muggle-Born the man/beast smelled.
It was disgusting how badly some wizards discriminate. But the Muggles weren't much better. We, the younger generation, have to be better. It is our duty to our future.
"Now," Sig said (Yes, I've already given him a nickname. If he try's to portest, I will shove his wand up his- erm, never mind.) "I guess."
"You guess," I say, "Wonderful. I love guesses and not definite answers." It's not that I don't like him (Well, maybe it is. Hard to tell with me, love) I just like giving people a hard time. It's quite enjoyable, actually. I would definitely recommend it. Healing for the sick of soul.
"Now," he says more confidently.
"Now," Tim agreed, looking somber. Then, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, he bended at the waist and dissolved into a fit of convulsive laughter. I rolled my eyes in disgust and muttered a spell, Langlock.
Instantly, he stopped laughing and started grasping at his throat. He frowned and began reaching for hos wand, but I was quicker, "Finite," A rather general, yet affective counter curse. When he got up, his gaze was absolutely murderous. I smiled sweetly at him, "Leave dear Siggy alone now, okay? He is a very confident and credible leader."
"Alright, then." Charlie said, her face was a bit red from holding back laughter and her face was one of absolute euphoria (Good kid, that Charlie) "We're off to the the Forbidden Forest!"
As we left the room, Tim gave me a scowl that quite obviously said, Kill you later.
Couldn't agree more, my friend.