 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Aretha gasped. The chains, they were tightening around her which caused her immense pain and made breathing hard. Still, that attitude of hers wasn’t given up. She continued to fight to get free while all the while glaring at Petrov’s ugly face. “Yeah?’’ Wriggle, wriggle. “Someone should. Because-’’ Cue her gasping for breath. “You’re LOUSY!’’ The combination of her effort to escape and her anger at Petrov was making her turn bright red. Her hair was becoming wild looking and ever so quickly, it was getting more difficulty to breathe, especially after she had literally just yelled at Petrov. Aretha did not even have any more energy to defend Jessa.
Hey, were those stars winking before her eyes?
Yes, they were.
The lack of oxygen to her brain was quickly making her want to pass out.
Maybe she was imagining things but the sixth year was quite sure she heard Professors Marchand’s and O’Hara’s voices. |