Locks of Hair
Theme # 19: Jelly Legs


Oh no!

She was late for Snape's class. Ginny nearly ran faster than the wind - if that were possible - dodging everything and everyone she faced and met on the way.

She stopped, breathing fast and panting hard as she reached the entrance to the dungeons. Nearly there. Her eyes, on impulse, wandered to her watch: ten minutes late - Snape was going to kill her.

With an effort, she readied herself for the dire consequence to come out of her lateness: There was, a) a pain in her side, a pain that absolutely refused to go away or even lessen the least bit and, b) Snape would never miss the chance to take away more than half of Gryffindor's points. And then, just as she was about to head into the dungeons, someone blocked her path.

"Get out of my way, Zabini," she said fiercely, not in the mood for anything of this sort.

"You're the one in the way, Weasley."

Her temper boiled. "What do you want: a dose of bat-bogey, or a Jelly-Legs jinx? I've been getting exceptionally good at those."

"How about a lock of your hair?" Blaise suggested with a smirk.