Lyssa Kerr
Bridget "Brid" Campbell
1st Year Ravenclaw
Fly on the Wall
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(7/12/05 1:24 pm)
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Adrienne Denton
((ooc: I know I’m new and I haven’t really gotten Brid into play much, but with so many older students it’s hard to get the younger ones involved (why would a sixth or seventh year hang around a first year, for example), as I’m sure people have noticed, hence the call for underclassmen. *g* So I’m making another student, older, but still an underclassman, with the hopes of being able to incorporate her into more threads believably.))
OOC
Name: Lyssa
Contacts: EzInbox
Age: 16
Code: Rita Skeeter
IC:
Full Name: Adrienne Rebecca Denton
Nickname(s): N/A
DOB: June 4 1994
Year: 4
Blood: Half (Unless a half-blooded father and a muggle born witch mother would be considered pure? I wasn’t quite sure.)
House Preference: Ravenclaw
Why: In a word, Adrienne is smart. She appears to be good at everything she does, and everything seems to come easily to her; when the opposite is true, she rarely lets it on. She works very hard to consistently do well, and always makes sure that she exceed expectations. While she most certainly benefited from magical parents and private tutors from a young age, there is no denying that Adrienne is intelligent, even if she doesn’t always appear that way.
Physical Appearance:
At 5’2’’, Adrienne is about average height, though it is difficult to say as many girls are going through growth spurts at this point in their life. She is quite convinced, however, that she is incredibly short for her age – the rest of her family is quite tall, so this opinion is not entirely unfounded, though inaccurate. She takes after her father’s side of the family, and while her father is tall both of his parents were short, so she will most likely only grow another inch and a half at most before she stops growing. Adrienne is slim and finely boned; she looks very delicate, and weighs, at most, 110 lbs. She has the build of a dancer, with very strong arms and legs – her legs are stronger than her arms due to her years of riding. Adrienne moves like a dancer as well – very gracefully, and each movement seems to have a purpose. She has long, confident strides, masking an inner insecurity that very few even knows exists. She is slim and doesn’t have much of a figure yet, though she’s beginning to develop a feminine figure, if slowly. She’s very self-conscious about her apparent lack of chest, but despite this tries to wear the most fashionable clothes she can get her hands on, whether or not they are meant to emphasize the bust or not. She favors brightly coloured clothes that contrast with her dark hair, and dresses quite casually when she isn’t in uniform. When she is in uniform she does her best to keep it neat and tidy – her tie tied properly, her skirt straight, her shirt tucked in, etc. She knows that first impressions are important and dislikes being thought of as messy, since she isn’t.
Adrienne has pale, creamy skin that causes her to burn easily and quickly; when she is outside for more than five minutes in direct sunlight, she will begin to develop a bit of a sunburn. An hour makes her look like a lobster. Her burns fade into tans, but she avoids the out of doors because of her sensitive skin and as a result she rarely has burn or tan. Her face and arms are liberally sprinkled with freckles; she hates them, though they do hide any other blemishes she might have. She doesn’t have any scars, aside from one on her elbow when she took a nasty tumble at the age of eight. Her hands have calluses from writing. She doesn’t wear much jewelry, aside from her watch on her left wrist and a small angel-pendant on her neck.
Like the rest of her, Adrienne’s face is thin and angular. Her facial structure is delicate, with high cheekbones and a long, thin jaw. Her chin is small and pointy and that, combined with a rather broad forehead, gives her face a triangular appearance. She has pale, thin lips that are slightly upturned on either end even when she isn’t smiling, and when she smiles it is clearly genuine. Her nose is long and straight, and a little large for her face – perhaps the only feature she inherited directly from her mother. Her eyes are very wide, giving her an innocent appearance, and a dark brown that she absolutely hates – “it’s boring”, as she has said many times. Her eyelashes are dark and thick, furthering the innocent appearance of her face. Her eyebrows are plucked thin, and slightly curved. Adrienne is a horrible liar, as everything she feels seems to be reflected on her face, most notably in her eyes. Her features are almost always expressive, reflecting her surface emotions very clearly. Adrienne’s hair is long and curly. She has grown it down to the middle of her back, with the hopes that the weight of the hair would straighten it out a bit, but that didn’t work at all, much to her disappointment. The dark brown curly tresses are nearly impossible to care for easily, and as a result she almost always wears her hair back in some way, shape, or form, be it a braid or a simple pony tail. Pulling her hair back doesn’t control every single strand, unfortunately, and there are often several wayward curls around her face. Her hair, unfortunately, isn’t made up of small, attractive ringlets, but rather wild, full curls. When she wears her hair loose it looks as though she stuck her finger in an electrical socket, so she simply avoids that altogether.
Personality:
Adrienne is, without a doubt, a very bright girl. She consistently does well at almost everything she does, and if she doesn’t get it right away, she continues to work at it until she does get it; Adrienne is a very stubborn girl. She has a great deal of patience, which aids her in the memorization of passages and facts, something that comes in handy whenever she’s doing History of Magic or potions. She can easily sit for hours, repeating the same spell over and over until she gets it right or reading the same passage until she’s got it completely memorized. It isn’t that she doesn’t get bored, but rather that she knows that it needs to get done sooner or later. She doesn’t believe in procrastinating. Her parents insist that she gets the high marks she is capable of, and their pressure is more than enough to force her to get her practice and memorization done. She has a great deal of motivation within herself as well, and doesn’t really need her parents to tell her to earn high marks, but the outside pressure acts as incentive to do better. Adrienne’s eye for details is much better than her eye for the big picture – she will notice the smallest inconsistencies, but rarely can see the big picture. This can be a bit detrimental, as the big picture is just as important as the little details, but don’t ever try telling Adrienne that! She, try as she might, cannot see everything at once, as she tries to look at every little detail even when it isn’t necessary.
Charms doesn’t come as easily to her as potions and History of Magic – the movements are more difficult to memorize, but once she performs them several times consecutively she doesn’t forget them again. Unfortunately, the hard part is performing them several times consecutively, as she has difficulty with the movements associated with spell casting. She memorizes incantations with no problem, but books don’t help her get them straight away, as the diagrams aren’t the same as performing them properly. She practices endlessly, though, and very few people see her struggle except for her housemates. She makes sure that she works ahead of the class in order to achieve the highest marks she possibly can. Her high marks have gone to her head, a bit, and she’s under the impression that she’d lose any reputation she’s built up by this point in her life if she so much as gets one poor mark, or even ask for help publicly. If she needs assistance, she will go to the teacher or student privately, if at all. She is a tad arrogant, though not because her family is well off but rather because she’s begun to take the attitude that she knows more than everyone in her year does, whether or not this is true. She will often correct people, no matter their age, and will explain things to other people when they don’t understand something as though they’re a precocious five-year-old. This attitude, needless to say, can get very annoying, especially since it’s coming from someone who is all of fourteen. She has earned this arrogance, to some extent, but certainly not to the extent she takes it to.
Despite being rather bookish, there is one thing that Adrienne is good at without trying, and that is flying. While she isn’t necessarily a natural, she’s benefited from being able to fly from a very young age; both of her parents were avid quidditch players and they were very determined to force their love of the sport onto their only daughter, whether she wanted it or not. She loves to fly, and in her first year was more than a little dejected to find out that first years rarely made their quidditch teams. She has a very good sense of balance, derived from a lifetime of dance lessons (which she was marginally successful at) and riding lessons (which she was average at, at best). She enjoys flying, another reason she does well at it, and is hoping that she will make her house team in the coming term. The one thing that her parents forced on her that she was never any good at was music – she took both piano and violin lessons, and failed at both of them miserably, until her parents let her give them up when she went to Hogwarts. The memory of that bothers her still, and she gets rather touchy whenever anyone brings up her attempts at music. The only thing that she’s done without her parents forcing it on her is sketching – she loves to draw, though is horrible at painting and pastels. Her sketches are rather good, and she enjoys sitting for a few hours and drawing the scenery, another person, an animal, or anything, really.
Despite being rather arrogant around her peers when it comes to academic subjects, Adrienne is rather down to earth otherwise. She is blunt, and doesn’t believe in mincing words – a fact that has gotten her in trouble several times in the past. If she doesn’t think something should be said she simply keeps her mouth shut or lies her way around it; while she doesn’t lie on a regular basis, she doesn’t see the harm in a little white lie here and there. She has difficulty putting herself in other people’s shoes, and coming from a very well off family she doesn’t really understand what it’s like to ever want for anything at all. She doesn’t really understand poverty, and has no desire to find out any more than she has to. That is the way the world is, and while she cares, she doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. She’s rather self-centered in that way – and in many ways, really. Being an only child, her parents had the tendency to dote on her. The result was a girl who thinks that life should always be fair. She has the tendency to think for herself before she thinks of others, though she wouldn’t ever hurt someone else to make herself look better, and as a result can be rather insensitive at times. Otherwise she is rather flexible, and while she believes rules are put in place for a good reason, she doesn’t think that breaking a rule or two is the end of the world. She’s got her head on in the right place, and has firm beliefs regarding right and wrong; her flaws are not enough to make her a bad person.
History:
((A/N – I hope it’s alright that I did the history in a different format… don’t worry, there’s still at least a paragraph for each year at Hogwarts. If you’d like me to change it I’d be more than happy, but it seemed to flow better when I was writing it to do it this way.))
June 5, 1994
Mark has finally left me alone with the baby – he stayed at the hospital all night, muttering about crazy muggle doctors and things like that. I’m trying to figure out if he really thinks that I could have held off labor long enough to get to St. Mungos, of all places, but I think he was joking about that. The new baby is a girl – born yesterday at 11:02 PM. We named her Adrienne Rebecca, pretty names in my opinion. She’s adorable, and healthy the doctors say; I should be able to go home today, once Mark comes back. He spent the night, as I said before, so he should be at home getting some rest and preparing the nursery and maybe looking into a nanny service. I’ll take care of Adrienne myself, of course, at least for the first few years, but when she’s old enough I would like to go back to work. At least I don’t have to worry about money – Mark’s job in the Ministry is high enough paying, and we’ve got a large amount in the bank.
At least, I think we do. It’s been a while since I’ve stopped at Gringotts.
Anyway, Adrienne is up right now, and I don’t think I want to look back in this journal in ten years and see a lengthy de*****ion of my daughter’s birth, especially since this journal is going to be hers someday.
-Joy
October 14, 1995
Mark got a promotion! He didn’t tell me what he does, but that’s probably because he works for the Department of Mysteries; I honestly don’t understand those Unspeakables. Of course, I won’t complain, since that promotion comes with quite a pay raise! It’s just unfortunate that he’ll be forced to travel more often because of this job; I think they’re looking to switch him from the Department of Mysteries into the Department for International Magical Affairs or whatever it’s called.
Onto other news – Adrienne has begun walking, the little rascal! She gets into everything, and I had to stop her from putting her fingers into my pensieve the other day. At least she hasn’t gotten ahold of my wand yet; I’m not sure what babies do when they’ve got things like that, but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t ever be good. Unfortunately, mother wouldn’t be any help in that matter, even though she’s been helpful with my other questions – she’s muggle. Maybe I’ll ask Mark’s mother… she’s a muggle born witch, so she’ll have more experience than I do. At least she’ll be able to tell me what she did, since she was in the same situation that I’m in now.
Well, that’s certainly something to think about. Perhaps I’ll write it down, so that when Adrienne has her own children she can use her journal for reference.
-Joy
February 9, 1996
I’m dying here at home. I love Adrienne dearly, but honestly! I can’t stand not working any longer. I need to start looking for a job, though I think Adrienne is a little young to be left in the care of a nanny. At the same time, though, I’m getting quite frustrated.
I wonder if the Daily Prophet would let me have my old job back…
Later February 9, 1996 – Nope, I checked. They said that I’d have to start at the bottom again, since my job was filled a while back. That sucks, but I’ll survive. After all, a job is a job, right? I won’t start applying quite yet, though. I need to run my plans past Mark first.
-Joy
May 1, 1997
We hired a nanny today, and I got a new job; reporter for the Daily Prophet! Nothing major yet, of course, but I’m hoping to get into the sports division so that I can report Quidditch or something interesting like that, instead of changes in legislation – which is what I’m doing now. Of course, now that I’ve got my foot back in the door it’ll only be a matter of time until I get promoted, especially since it’s only been three years since I’ve worked for the newspaper, give or take a few months.
The new nanny is wonderful, though I don’t think Adrienne likes her very much. She’s from France, though her English is quite good, but I think Adrienne has difficulty understanding her through her accent. Perhaps I should hire a French tutor for her once she’s six or so.
To Do
-Pick tutors for Adrienne
-Research changes in flying carpet legislation
-do laundry
-Joy
September 20, 1998
Well, we started Adrienne on her violin lessons and her ballet lessons – Mark and I both want a well rounded daughter, and hopefully this will keep her out of trouble when we aren’t home. Unfortunately, she is a horrible violin player. I know you’re not supposed to sound good on the instrument right away, but honestly! All this screeching is giving me a headache.
At least she’s doing all right at her ballet. She’s been dancing around the kitchen all morning, getting in the nanny’s way apparently. I wasn’t home, of course; since I got promoted to the amateur league Quidditch matches I’ve been travelling a lot. I’m not sure if Adrienne notices or not.
-Joy
April 23, 1999
Alright, well she didn’t get any better on violin, but she’s still trying. We’ve decided to put her on piano next year, since some sort of instrument is a good thing. If she doesn’t improve on the violin, she’ll just play piano full time. Hopefully she does better on that instrument. She loves ballet, and we’re debating putting her in another type of dance as well, but Mark wants to put her into riding instead. It’s something every cultured lady does, apparently, and at least she’ll have a reason to ask for a pony like all little girls apparently do at some point. I’m beginning to wonder if Mark is spending the money just because he can – he has been spoiling our little girl a little. I’ve got to admit that I have been too – it’s just that I’m never home, and it doesn’t feel right! Gifts are hardly any compensation, but they at least make me feel better.
On another note, Mark and I have been looking into a tutor for reading and writing and history and all of that stuff. We were considering a muggle school for a while until Mark pointed out that he’d never attended a muggle school and that if I’d come from a half or pure blooded family like he had than I probably wouldn’t have either. It’s not that muggle education isn’t important, but I suppose that if she has any questions about muggles I can answer them well enough, seeing as I’m a muggle and all.
Oh, the match is about to start – I might put more about the tutor-hunt later.
-Joy
September 1, 1999
Well, the tutor arrived today, and I don’t think Adrienne was quite sure what to make of him. Lester Aragnot is a reputable man who is apparently very good with children – I’m worried that Adrienne hasn’t been socialized enough, though. Mr. Aragnot says that she has – she’s in ballet and riding lesson, and both of those are in groups, even if her piano and violin aren’t. She’ll do fine, he says, and any damage we’ve done will be undone by him before she goes to school, or by the school itself, presuming she’s going to Hogwarts.
I would hope that she is, considering both Mark and I attended that school! The only question is to her house; I was Gryffindor, and Mark a Hufflepuff. I’m personally hoping for Gryffindor, but it’s really to hard to say at this point. After all, she’s only five. She’s got plenty of growing up to do before she’s eleven years old, and frankly, I’ll be happy that she gets into Hogwarts. She hasn’t shown any magical ability yet, though I suppose with a witch and a wizard for parents she’s got to have some sort of magical ability, unless she’s a squib.
I hope she’s not a squib.
-Joy
December 12, 2000
I was flipping through all my old entries the other day and I came across the entry on September 1 of last year, talking about Hogwarts and Houses, and it occurred to me that I never really mentioned Adrienne’s magical ability later in this journal.
She fell down the stairs a few weeks ago, and bounced all the way down the hallway without a scratch! If that isn’t any sign of magical ability, I don’t know what is. Mark and I are overjoyed, of course – we both sent owls with congratulations, though I’m not sure how well Adrienne can read yet. Mr. Aragnot says that she’s doing quite well in her studies, considering her young age, which makes me happy, but he didn’t really give any specifics that I recall. Of course, it’s rather hard to specify by owl post.
Perhaps I should visit home and speak with Mr. Aragnot on the matter.
-Joy
June 4, 2001
Tooday’s my birth-day. I turned 7. Mommy gave me this book, a ‘joorn-al’, she caled it. I’m gonna right in it for ever and ever. Now me and nanny are gong to play some kwiddich.
-Adrienne
January 22, 2002
Mommy went out of town again and so did Daddy, but they got me a horse. A big one. It was for Christmas, and I’m going to name it Angel. It’s brown and has a brown mane and is very pretty. All the other girls at the stabells are going to be jellus.
-Adrienne
May 14 2003
Wow – I was looking back at all of the older entries and boy was I bad at spelling! At least now I read through what I’m writing and don’t mess things up so much.
Mom and Dad are out of town again, but Mr. Aragnot says that they’ll be back in time for my birthday. I’m not so sure about that – last trip Mom was on she was gone for almost two months, and Dad’s almost always out of town for my birthday. I’m not sure whether or not I’m angry about that or not though, because it’s not really weird for them to be out of town at this time of year. I mean, it’s Quidditch season, which means Mom’s busy reporting, and Dad… well, I’m not sure what Dad even does. Something about the Department of Misteries (Mysteries – I guess I’m not as good a speller as I thought!), but Mom says even she doesn’t know. Must be something really important, then.
But so’s my birthday! It’s not every day a girl turns nine! I think Mom and Dad knew last year that they wouldn’t be in town for my birthday, which was why they gave me Angel. I was reading some of mom’s entries at the front of the journal (how does it never run out of pages, anyway?) and she said she felt guilty for being out of town, and that she and dad were giving me gifts and stuff as ‘compensation’. What does compensation mean, anyhow?
-Adrienne
December 25, 2004
This sucks. Mom and Dad are out of town for Christmas. CHRISTMAS! They’ve never been out of town for this before – my Birthday, yes, Easter, yes, but Christmas! It was bad enough that neither of them even showed up at my tenth Birthday party or anything like that, but….
I’m so mad. No matter what they get me I’ll be angry.
Mr. Aragnot says that it’s a waste of energy to be angry, but I don’t believe him. At least his parents were there for Christmas. This year it’s just going to be me and Nanny, since Mr. Aragnot is going home to his family for Christmas. Why couldn’t my parents be like him?
It’s not fair.
-Adrienne
August 1, 2004
“Dear Adrienne Denton,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”
In other words, I got my Hogwarts letter today! As per usual, Mom and Dad were both out of town, but Nanny and I threw a right little party with all of my friends from riding and dance in celebration. Mr. Aragnot even showed up! You can’t believe how excited I am. Hogwarts! I look through all of mom’s entries in this journal from her time at Hogwarts, and I’m amazed.
I wonder what House I’ll be placed in… I hope it’s Gryffindor, because that’s mom’s old house.
-Adrienne
July 1, 2005
I can’t believe I forgot my journal while I was packing! And Nanny couldn’t find it, so I suppose I’ll have to update this on what my first year at Hogwarts was like.
I was placed not into Gryffindor, or even Hufflepuff (which was Dad’s old house) but rather in Ravenclaw! I suppose that makes sense, since I do do well in school, but I was really worried that all of the people in my year would be incredibly bookish and I’d have no fun at all. I got an owl from Mom and Dad, each, congratulating me on my House, and they gave me an owl so that I could communicate with them and Nanny more, or at least not get stuck with using the school owls. I don't think that they (the school owls) like me much anyway, so I’m not complaining. I really had a great time this year, even if I didn’t make the house quidditch team.
I really wanted to play chaser!
Anyway. Enough about that. Classes – I did pretty well in everything, but that’s not much of a surprise. Mr. Aragnot said that I was bright and honestly, it was so interesting. My lowest marks were Charms and Transfiguration, but that’s because those are hard! They’re frustrating, but Mom and Dad say they ‘know I have it in me’ to do really well, so I’ve got to, if only because they want me to. Just because they’re never around doesn’t mean that they don’t care, I’ve decided. They’re just busy. It’s their income that let me come here in the first place, I suppose, because all of the school books were quite expensive and the robes…! I don’t even want to think about it.
-Adrienne
June 14 2006
Another year at Hogwarts! Today’s my thirteenth birthday – and next year’s my third year. I can’t believe how fast second year went! It was crazy!
To start, I didn’t make the quidditch team again. I suppose playing one-on-one wasn’t enough practice, and I’ve definitely got to work on my flying skills, but that’s alright. There aren’t many second years who make their house teams anyway, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. It wasn’t enough to lose sleep over, anyway. This was the first year in a long time that mom and dad were home for Christmas, so I got to go home over the Christmas holiday. It was nice, if a little strained; I don’t think that we’re as close as we were when I was little. Mom was happy to see that I’m still writing in the family journal, though what did she expect? It’s tradition, if anything else.
That said, I’ve almost become addicted to writing in this thing. It really helps organizing my thoughts – or my herbology notes. I did better in Charms this year, though I still had quite a bit of difficulty with transfiguration. That’s not a bad thing, I guess, since apparently it’s really hard, but boy is it frustrating! The hardest part is finding a quiet place to practice; even the Ravenclaw common room is never a completely silent place. I wonder what the other houses common rooms are like, considering Ravenclaw is supposed to be the most… bookish.
Oh well. It was another good year, that’s all I’ve really got to say.
-Adrienne
PS: My highest mark was Potions. Yay! And my options next term are Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and Care of Magical Creatures. Hopefully that’s not too many!
May 31 2007
Ack! I hate exams! I’m so panicked – I can’t help but feel sorry for the fifth years, who’ve got to deal with their OWLs. At least I don’t have to worry about not being able to go into the career I want because I fail an exam. Not that I’m going to fail an exam, mind, since I haven’t done that all year or for the past two years, but still… It’s rather nerve wracking, to say the least. I wonder what Mom felt like when she was in third year…
I’m too lazy to flip through the journal, though. Maybe I’ll summarize this term instead, like I did for the last two. It was a good year, though a tad… hormonal. I swear, all of the girls seemed to be really snappish – or maybe I was the one doing all the snapping, but whatever. Either way, no one got their heads ripped off (though I did break my arm falling off of my broom – I was an alternate on the Ravenclaw quidditch team this year) and we all pulled through mentally and physically whole. Umm… I didn’t date. Mom would kill me if I did. Oh! Hogsmeade – it was wonderful. Amazing. I couldn’t help but wonder why mom hadn’t ever taken me there before – to get butterbeer or sweets or anything! It was definitely the best part about third year.
Mark wise… potions was my highest again, and charms was… not. I got better at Transfiguration, though, so now I’m decent on my first attempts instead of pitiful. I’m hardly where I want to be though. It’s too bad we can’t practice over the summer…
I’m looking forward to next term though!
-Adrienne
(A/N – Again, I’ll change the above if you’d like it to be in a more conventional history format. As well, the spelling mistakes in Adreinne’s entries between 2001 and 2003 were intentional, not the result of my inability to type *g*)
RP Sample:
“Obliteration.” Adrienne said firmly, pointing her wand at the ground; she’d purposely tracked through a patch of mud with the hopes that she would be able to hide the signs of her passage later – she was practicing, after all. She was having difficulty mastering this one, but she was hardly ready to give up on it yet. Much to her dismay, however, the mud didn’t move, and her footsteps didn’t disappear. Neither did the mud on her shoes, for that matter, but that wasn’t expected. With a grimace, she pointed her wand at her shoes and muddy socks, and flicked her wand.
“Scourgify.” At least that was an easy charm – the mud disappeared from her shoes and socks, as though it had never been there, and then she turned her attention back to the stubborn footprints. She wasn’t sure why she was having so much difficulty, since it wasn’t that far ahead of the class, she didn’t think. It didn’t really matter why she was having difficulty, though; all that mattered was that she was having difficulty. Even so, she set her jaw and stood as though telling the charm that she would get it, whether her wand wanted to cooperate or not. Maybe I’m not getting the flick right, She mused, and attempted the movement again, with a slightly different angle of the wrist. Again she tried the incantation, and this time she saw that her footprints had faded slightly – as though something had come up from under them and started to push the mud back into place. Feeling more encouraged, she tried again; it didn’t work so well this time, but there was still a marginal change, convincing her that she was starting to get the hang of it. She was forced to tramp through the mud again on her third try, as she’d managed to make the footprints disappear completely, but halfway across the patch of muddy ground she managed to get one of her shoes stuck. Oh, this isn’t fair! She thought, desperately tugging her leg with both hands. The mud squelched around her shoe and, if it was possible, clung tighter to her foot. Adrienne tugged for a few more moments and then gave up. What was she going to do? She wasn’t about to start shouting ‘help me!’ – not only would she look like a complete idiot, she’d feel very foolish indeed. After all, it was her fault that she was stuck in a patch of mud. She began tugging again.
A few moments later it didn’t matter whether or not she would embarrass herself by calling for help. She was taking a break from pulling when she heard footsteps on the stone path nearby. If they continued to walk in the direction of the path, and the school, they’d go right by her. She sighed; well, if they were going to be there anyway, she might as well ask them for help. Hopefully they weren’t an older student, or worse yet, an older boy. She might have just melted into the ground at that point; briefly, she wondered if it was possible to cast some sort of vanishing spell on herself before whoever it was turned the bend that was blocking her from their sight. At that point, however, it was too late…
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