Emily was running late for her charms class, speeding up the stairs as fast and down the hall fast as her muscular legs could carry her. Turning a corner, she ran slam into a body, which fell backward only spared form hitting the ground by a quick spotting spell from her near friend. Unfortunately, it didn't hit Emily at all and she fell face first on to the paved stone floor. Her pink ears were greeted by the friend's laughter and then another voice, this one female.
"Serves you right," said the girl. "What the hell did you think you were doing going that fast?"
Emily sighed as she tried pushing up with stinging hands. Changing tactics she rolled over giving the friend a dark look.
"I was just trying to get to charms on time," said Emily wincing as she struggled to get up.
"Are you fucking kidding me? That class is four levels up! You would never have made it on time. You should have just resigned yourself to being late instead of nearly causing yourself-and almost me- a mortal fucking injury."
"Look would you drop it?" responded Emily annoyed. "You're not the one who's hurt here."
"Yeah and it's your own damn fault! Plus, you think I wasn't shocked? You nearly bashed my head open!"
Emily gave a pained sigh.
After a moment passed Emily heard the word "Here."
Looking up, Emily saw an unfamiliar hand stretched out to her. Now the girl had apparently thought better of herself.
"Thanks," she said as she took it anyway. She was pulled up onto her feet only to end up being made to be face to face with the girl .. .
Her skin was a warm cinnamon brown and her dark eyes peered into hers. He black hair was swept to the side. Emily was speechless. She was beautiful.
"So . .. you don't need to go to the Hospital Wing or anything do you?" the girl asked.
"Oh, no," responded Emily quite dumbly.
"Good," the girl responded. "Shall we proceed," she said to her friend as the two of them started off down the hall.
Emily paused for a moment and then called after them.
"What's your name?"
The girl turned around and stared at her stank eyed. Her friend just laughed and said, "Shouldn't you be limping to charms right now?"
Emily didn't care. "I'm Emily," she said to the girl.
After a moment she answered. "I'm Katrina." The friend looked at her.
"Okay," said Emily smiling. Then she turned quickly and started jogging as fast as she could to charms.
When she came in late, this time Flitwick decided to give her detention, apparently deciding to continue the trend of adding insult to her injury but she didn't care. She had just met the most amazing girl. She'd met- Katrina.