IIParadoxII/ The Art of Drowning
Troubled Times...
"There. Right there is where I saw her," Paradox said as she turned towards her fellow house-mate and friend. "At the bridge. She was muttering something. Casting a spell, I suppose." The frantic teenager glanced at the suspended bridge. She had wondered what the Professor had been doing. It hadn't looked like a spell that was known to Paradox. And even if it was, the Professor's pale and stone-like expression still pierced Paradox with nightmares.
"We need to find a Professor," Paradox said as she turned to her friend. "Straight away," the girl nodded. Paradox had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. These were indeed troubled times for Hogwarts.
Troubled Times...
"There. Right there is where I saw her," Paradox said as she turned towards her fellow house-mate and friend. "At the bridge. She was muttering something. Casting a spell, I suppose." The frantic teenager glanced at the suspended bridge. She had wondered what the Professor had been doing. It hadn't looked like a spell that was known to Paradox. And even if it was, the Professor's pale and stone-like expression still pierced Paradox with nightmares.
"We need to find a Professor," Paradox said as she turned to her friend. "Straight away," the girl nodded. Paradox had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. These were indeed troubled times for Hogwarts.