Prompt: Ink
Words: 99

Hermione slid into her seat, a smile on her face. She had made it, with forty seconds to spare. She reached into her bag to grab her books, frowning immediately. It felt wet.

Pulling out her hand, she saw it was covered in ink. She groaned, causing many heads to turn and look at her. Her cheeks flushed red. Her things were now covered with ink. Her jar must have spilled while she was running.

"Tough luck," Ron muttered patting her on the back.

She glared at him, causing him to shrink away from her.

"Today sucks," she muttered.