 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
They were screaming. Screaming. No one had said there would be screaming.
Bernie winced, biting her lip to stop its wibbling. Once the lip started to tremble, then her eyes might well up, and by then it would just be a lost cause. She didn't, she COULDN'T cry in this class. The only class she'd ever cried in (that she could recall) was Muggle Studies. With Schmoe. There was no Schmoe here, but Bernie hesitated now as the Muggles ran away. What would Schmoey say if he saw her going after members of her own kind?! People like her mum, her sister, her brother, her grandmother...
She trailed after one of them, a kid of seven or eight, about the size of her annoying little sister. They're just dummies, she reminded herself. THEY'RE NOT REAL. Bernie steeled herself as the kid dodged to the side to hide behind a trash bin. Fine. She could blow it (and him up). Might take two blasts, who knew. She again concentrated, pretending it was the STUPID NEW HEADMASTER hiding there instead of a... a dummy.
"BOMBARDA," Bernie cast between gritted teeth, aiming for the trash can and, in essence, the dummy's head.
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