With her big, empty bag in her hands, Destiny moped her way back into the Common Room.

She should have known that trying to steal a suit of armor was going to be hard work, and it was even more difficult since the suit of armor she wanted to take could talk. How was she supposed to take him? She couldn't! What if all the others talked, too? What if they were all related..in some weird, and metal-ey suit of armor way?

What did a suit of armor baby look like?

Actually..she didn't want to know that. Shuddering at the thought, Destiny stopped in the middle of the room, and taking a quick glance around, she moved over and plopped herself down on the sofa. And because she was in a not so good mood, she covered her head with the bag and crossed her arms.

"Stupid talking suit of armor."