 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
He'd chosen the right door!? Wow. Impressive. That 'eeny meeny miney mo' thingy actually worked! WOOHOO! After reading the sign, Clifford headed off down the corridor. It was pretty spooky down here, but he was a big, brave man. Hmpf.
The floor was getting way too steep for his liking now, and Clifford clung to the slimy dark wall in the attempts to stop him slipping anymore. And EWWWW! what was that STENCH!? He was used to smelly things.. his socks after Quidditch training were AWFUL.. but this was worse. Much worse.
... and somehow it got even worse.
Something was falling on him from above. What it was Clifford didn't have a clue, but they hurt that was for sure. He hissed in pain when something spiky left a gash on his right cheek and quickly drew his wand. "PROTEGO!" With that sweeping arc and snap of the wrist, he somehow managed to cast a shield.
With his free hand, Clifford gingerly touched his cheek and continued on his way. He was sooo going to sue for these injuries.
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