 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“Maybe he doesn’t have one?’’ Claudine suggested, speaking as though Blake weren’t there. But she liked Bernie; she wasn’t afraid to be wild, that Gryffindor. She watched the apple head for Blake and thought that Blake stood a very great chance of it smacking him gloriously if it hadn’t been for Bernie.
But then, Claudine too was distracted for her Head of House was handing out a box of darts to each group. “He trusts us with these?’’ she asked in disbelief. “Who knows what mischief we could get up to?’’ A smirk was thrown in Blake’s direction but it meant nothing; he earlier threat would be enough to keep the boy from squealing on them. Well, it should be... for his sake.
“I’ll go first.’’ Claudine took a dart. “Alarte Ascendare.’’ She focused as the wand movement was done, for a moment it was all concentration on the dart, then the target. What happened was that her dart made it to the target but it was far, very far from the center where the bulls-eye would be.
It just stuck pitifully there...
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