Harry glanced behind him. Ron was panting, barely staying upright
with sweat poring from his skin. Hermione was not better off—her legs bent
at a strange angle; she didn't look like she could take much more.
"Hold on, Hermione," Harry shouted. "It can't last much longer."
"Harry!" Hermione whimpered. "I can't take it! The pain!"
"You've got to!" yelled Ron, his own eyelids wide with fright and foreboding. "For Gryffindor! Think of the pride and prestige we will bring!"
She nodded and struggled to maintain her poise.
Dumbledore's blue eyes scanned the weak champions, "Right foot yellow!" he bellowed.
A/N: This is what happens when I want to play Twister and Lindsey is being a meany (I wanted to say something else but this is rated G). So we compromised and Harry Potter played Twister.
Other A/N: This is Lindsey. I am NOT being a "meany" or a "bag of douche" It's just that its 11:30 and I don't know where the twister board is.
Last Authors' Note: She lies.
Lindsey again: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sarah: our notes are longer than the drabble. Accept it-you're a bad hostess.
Lindsey: You're lucky I'm not going to kill you in you're sleep or make you sleep outside with the frozen chickens.
Sarah: Or that creepy gnome.
"Hold on, Hermione," Harry shouted. "It can't last much longer."
"Harry!" Hermione whimpered. "I can't take it! The pain!"
"You've got to!" yelled Ron, his own eyelids wide with fright and foreboding. "For Gryffindor! Think of the pride and prestige we will bring!"
She nodded and struggled to maintain her poise.
Dumbledore's blue eyes scanned the weak champions, "Right foot yellow!" he bellowed.
A/N: This is what happens when I want to play Twister and Lindsey is being a meany (I wanted to say something else but this is rated G). So we compromised and Harry Potter played Twister.
Other A/N: This is Lindsey. I am NOT being a "meany" or a "bag of douche" It's just that its 11:30 and I don't know where the twister board is.
Last Authors' Note: She lies.
Lindsey again: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sarah: our notes are longer than the drabble. Accept it-you're a bad hostess.
Lindsey: You're lucky I'm not going to kill you in you're sleep or make you sleep outside with the frozen chickens.
Sarah: Or that creepy gnome.