|1 + 3 = Beth!
||[Jun. 13th, 2006|08:32 pm]
I saw another rat today. You know what this means? We're all going to die!|
Elizabeth Davis was not the happiest of trainee witches. For the first thing, it was the morning, for another she was half-convinced that they were all going to contract the plague. She didn't care what Remus Lupin had to say - her simplistic though told her that if he wasn't a Ravenclaw then the rumour that he knew everything simply wasn't true!
Beth wandered around, a large pile of books in her arms, scowling at the world and it's best friend. If she saw another rat there was no telling what she'd do - maybe try and curse it or something. Maybe now was the time to start protecting herself before she died like everyone else. She'd read about the plague, it killed thousands - or was it millions? - of people in the Middle Ages. Witches and Wizards were included.
She was so deep in thought that she walked straight into a suit of armour, her books falling rather painfully out of her arms.
"Oi!" she shrieked, "I'm walkin' 'ere!" she added indignantly, before realising that she'd walked into an inanimate object. Clever Beth.