She could feel her heart pounding violently in her heaving chest as her breath came out in gasps. Her frizzy black hair stuck to her forehead and beads of sweat rolled down her face. The knuckles of her right hand were white as she grasped her wand tightly. Almost time, almost time, she reassured herself. However, the wait was killing her. The excitement had just kept building up inside her chest all day until it had finally impaired her breathing...