Open! Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch Asher was running. Yes, yes, yes. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be doing that indoors, but desperate times called for drastic measures. He had just gotten done with Potions and it was no surprise that he had gotten lost, which was not a good thing with there being another class he had to get to. Fortunately Asher still had enough time to get there, but all the walls in the dungeons were starting to look the same and he was starting to panic.
What if he never got out of here? What if he died and his fate was to haunt the dungeons until the end of time, forever eleven years old and lost in the creepiest part of the castle? Merlin that sounded awful.
But there was hope. After turning a corner and the one after that and turning left and then turning right the boy came across a corridor he didn't recognize. From where he was, there appeared to be a flight of stairs that went up. Without hesitation he bolted down the corridor ... only to be taken aback by the sudden dip and find himself tumbling down into a pit. SPLAT!
This certainly was not what he thought today would bring. Slime everywhere, in his hair and on his robes and likely down his underpants, and a giant slug stuck to his face. "UGH! GROSS!"
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