I fell to the ground, my jaw hitting the floor with a loud crunch. Stars clouded my vision as I tried to sit up, but it didn't matter as I was kicked back down. The foot of the kicker pushed down hard into my chest. I wheezed, gasping for air. I knew I shouldn't have said anything during "muggle studies" or as I like to call it, "Complete and total lies about muggles" Just as Amycus was discussing how muggles actually have mud in their blood, I mumbled to Lavender how stupid he sounded. She giggled, but bit her tongue when he came over to us and slammed his hand on the desk.
"Detention ought to sort you out, Miss. Travers," he sneered.
I rolled my eyes and replied, "Give me your worst." His eyes glinted coldly as he said, "Oh, I will. Don't worry."
Now here I was, my face grinding against the cold stone floor. Dammit. I always seemed to be getting into trouble these days, and it was doing nothing for my looks.
"Had enough girlie?" Amycus hissed, snickering cruelly. He removed his foot from my chest, but kicked me in the side again, hard. I curled up into a ball and coughed, blood coming put as I did.
"Had enough of muggle fighting?" I managed to gasp. Amycus wheeled around, fury making his usually black eyes even darker. He pounded over to me and grabbed me by my curly red hair.
"I would stop talking if I were you, unless you want more of the crutius curse," he snarled. I gasped as he hauled me to my feet by my hair and looked me in the eyes. He spat in my face and flung me out the door of his office. I managed to stagger down the stairs and out of the classroom, but I collapsed the moment I stepped out the door. Seamus Finnegan, one of my best friends, (and my secret crush) was waiting outside for me, his face tight with anxiety.
"Oh God, what did they do to you?" Seamus whispered as he caught me.
"Crucio…muggle…fighting…gah." I said, fighting for consciousness, but I lost the fight and felt my eyes crash down as I slipped into the darkness.
