 Wowza!
Perhaps eating all that chocolate that father had sent her had been a very, very bad idea. It was utterly ridiculous, that even though she was looking the same physically, Willow felt as though someone had forced her to eat a muggle car--almost as if her stomach had somehow expanded too much, to the point of being uncomfortable.
She was feeling slightly dizzy, too.
Too much food. Too much sugar inside of her, actually. So much chocolate that the scent of it was still on her nose.
Slowly, the girl took a deep breath, and filled her lungs with air, trying to get rid off that scent that was making her feel even more dizzy.
Lungs filled with clean air, and the scent almost completely gone from her nose, Willow started to walk down the corridor distractedly with her mind wandering around Merlin's knows where, on her way to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Completely distracted as Willow was, she didn't even notice where her feet were dragging her.
Until something hit her. No, something had not hit her--She had hit something. Something hard. So hard that the fourth year lost her balance, and fell over, landing on her bottom.
"Ouch." Stupid armors. They should not be in the middle of a corridor.
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