Do you know what I saw on my cheek as soon as I came back from my workout? Could you guess? No?
Two freaking pimples - no, scratch that. Mountains have taken up shop on my freaking face!
"I'm a monster!" I screamed, running out of my room and all the way up to my boys room
I threw open their door and pounced on Marcus. He pushed me onto the floor and I dragged his comforter down with me.
"I'm a monster!" I whined, burying my face deep into the quilt and rolling around so it covered my body.
"Oi, stop making such a fuss, Cesari!" Graham grumbled as I proceeded my attempts to stand only to walk into Marc's bed post and toppled over his trunk
Light chuckles were heard and before I knew it I was being spun around until I was free of the musky scented cloth.
"What's going on princess?" Cassius quirked a brow, steadying me on my feet.
"What's wrong? What's wrong he asks! THIS!-" I point to the current growth, "Is what's wrong!"
One side of his mouth lifts into a devilishly handsome half smirk as he chuckles. "Really?"
"Pop them, drama queen." Graham rolled his eyes and steered me into their bathroom.
He reached into the cupboard and pulled out some peppermint mouth wash.
"Once you pop Mount Everest, use a cotton swab and apply some of this. It dries it out. Hurry up though, breakfast starts in twenty."
Taking the mature way out, I said no words. Only stuck my tongue out to him.
Doing what was instructed, I placed one of the boys bandages over the ghastly imperfection then left to fill my grumbling belly. I really didn't have the patience to wait.
"Jessiee!" I heard the familiar sound of my husband's voice call.
I whirled around and waited for him while he scurried down the corridor attempting to run and pull his shirt on at the same time, with his books occupying his left arm.
Low and behold, he tripped and fell after a few feet. But I didn't giggle THAT much.
"Not funny.." He grumbled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Smirking, I slapped the back of his head. "Last one to the great hall is a soggy biscuit! Ew!"
I bolted up the stairs and was rounding around the corridor not even ten feet from the Great Hall when a force shoved me back by my face making me land with a OOMPH!
Mi must not have gotten the memo because he joined me moments later..
The faint sound of Oliver Wood's laughter filled the not-so-busy hallway and I growled.
The ole run head first into plastic wrap prank, huh? Shaking. My. Head.
"EVEN YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT, WOOD!"
I grunted and rolled under the transparent wall, dusting my uniform off as I rose to my feet and helping Miles along the way.
"Oi, Mi? Mind helping me avoid Cedric Diggory?" He beamed at my request and agreed. "Of coarse." He smirked.
You see, after that bit of lip locking and the time I've had to think of every possible bad scenario that could happen to him - starting from bludgers to the head from Cassius to a very, very, slow and utterly painful death from Stevie - I've decided I need some time to think about where I want this little involvement to go. And by some time, I mean a few days, weeks..maybe months. Just for clear thinking, I mean.
I just don't feel up for another interrogation from my friends on my where abouts. Last night, literally, Marcus and Cassius were posted up on two arm chairs they had managed to drag out of the common room and Miles was the first to greet me with questions just as I left Cedric at the Slytherin staircase. These boys always take it to the extreme, God forbid I leave for an hour or two..
Luckily, I managed to shake them off with an excuse of getting in extra seeker drills for the big game. It wasn't necessarily a lie.. Kara and Daphne wasn't convinced though, they threatened to tie me up and hex it out of me if I didn't tell them by dinner tonight.
The great hall only had a few students scattered here and there upon our arrival so we took our normal seats and tucked right in.
The early bird gets the worm and also manages to hopefully leave before Cedric comes in. One can only dream, yeah?
I was on my fifth piece of bacon when a familiar bald head gave me a brilliant idea. "Come get me before you leave, husband?" I said, collecting my bag and running for the Gryffindor table without waiting for a reply.
"Brother," I cooed, smiling sweetly as I pinched his cheek.
"Sister," He mocked back, "Good morning."
"Do you think I could sit with you today? I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages!" I pouted.
"Of coarse," Stevie smiled, pulling me down on the bench beside him. Let's see Cedric try to come near me with him here. Muahaha.
Evil genius? I think sooo
My brother piled his plate with all forms of deliciousness and we both ate from his plate, receiving questionable stares from the people around us. Particularly a pair of red heads and a Scot.
"You know, brother," I bit into a piece of toast, "I'm gonna need your help again, tonight."
He groaned. "What are you doing this time?" I took another bite and raised a brow, slowly munching.
"That's need to know information, Steven." Was my reply before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I flung my head back to look up at whoever touched me and found Cassius.
"Miles told me something rather interesting and so I've come to escort you to class." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and kissed my brothers cheek, promising to sit with him at lunch.
"So, no more Hufflepuff?" Cassius clearly was enjoying this thought.
I shook my head slowly and he only grinned. "Good. He's not right for you, princess."
Shooting him a glare, he simply shrugged and said, "I'm just saying."
Right now, I'm in my last class of the day - Muggle Studies - and so far, there hasn't been any complications in the mission. I've, no. Scratch that, MILES, named it Operation Beast Master and I only went with it because I lost in rock, paper, scissors three times. He cheated and that's all I have to say about that. *eye roll*
Basically I've avoided Cedric. I've stayed close to Cassius during classes and in the corridors, then ate with my brother during meals. Couldn't take a risk, you know.
Professor Burbage was giving a lecture about the reproduction process and every time I attempted to memorize the cell cycle my brain would just cut me off like, 'Sorry! I think it's time to evaluate your new potential love life while I play random bits of old muggle songs over and over again.'
Anyway, I saw Cedric a total of two times -once at breakfast, and once at lunch - and both times I managed to get this peculiar feeling in the pit of my belly when I caught his eye. Naturally, I freaked out and immediately turned away. I thought maybe it was because I was inhaling my food so I didn't have to face him. But, we all know that I eat like it's going out of style so I doubt that was the cause. All I know is, whatever that feeling is, I don't like it.
I'm still completely unsure of what I want to do about him..
Once my lessons ended, I made a human shield between Marcus, Cassius, and Miles until we reached the dungeons. Again, I couldn't be too cautious.
"Alright, meet me at the pitch at half past. We're learning how to avoid bludgers individually."
Out of habit, I sneakily scanned the common room as I made my way up to my dorms as if I expected Cedric to just be casually sipping tea in front of the Slytherin fireplace.
I changed into one of the long sleeve Slytherin practice tops that Snape have given me. It was silver with 'Slytherin' written across the chest. My last name was across the shoulders and the number 3 was under it. That was always my lucky number, and just so happened to be my jersey number for the Goblins.
Sliding on a pair of yoga pants and my trainers, I snatched my Nimbus and ran for the pitch with a bucket of tennis balls in my other hand.
Deciding on starting off easy, I had the boys run a few flying drills. They weren't officially flawless, but they definitely improved I must say. My boys were masters at zig-zagging, looping, and were even learning how to leap frog over one another to impress the fans.
I charmed twelve tennis balls to fly at each boy and even the guys on the reserve team while they did their usual drills for their positions. It was no easy task, and they failed quite horribly before catching the hang of it maybe an hour later. Only then did I call for laps.
"Pick up the pace, boys! One more and you can have a sit!" I called from the head of our group.
"I'm a delicate flower, don't trample me you filthy fucks!" Miles panted, attempting to push his way through the swarm of green as we made our forty-ninth lap around the pitch
You could say my practices got way more intense over the past week. The boys were looking lean and were a force to be reckoned with on the pitch, if I do say so myself.
Rounding the field for the fiftieth time, I kept my pace until I reached the middle of the field.
The boys followed my lead and took their cups of water, gulping down the cool liquid gratefully.
"You boys are better. I'm proud." The usual smirks were the only reply received
"The Gryffindor game is only seven weeks ahead and, I don't know about you lot, but I'd love to ruin Oliver Wood's day. So! The workouts that I use to train you are like a marriage - you can't cheat on it, and expect it to work."
Cue the unanimous groans and grunts.
"I know, I know. I hated every second of training myself, but coach said, 'Don't you dare quit. If you suffer now, you'll live the rest of your life as a champion.' and so I am. That's what you all want, right?"
They nodded. "Brilliant. Get on your brooms, I have something new I want you to try."
The boys were going to learn the art of faking a play.
"Do you think she was planning something? You know, when she was sitting at our table?" I asked, adjusting the supplies for our revenge on my shoulder.
"I have no idea, Ol. Maybe, but then again she's been acting weird all day. I haven't seen her with Diggory not once. Usually he's up her arse." Rob chuckled. Yes, he was in on this too. She did charm his robes pink as well!
"Are they together?" I questioned, peering around the Slytherin corridor for any traces of life.
"No idea," The twins replied. As much as I wanted to pretend that I didn't care, I did.
No words were exchanged after that. We quickly charmed a few shovels to dig a hole big enough to hold a small car. Where the concrete and dirt went after the shovels threw it to the side will forever haunt me..
"Wheres the bins?" I hissed at the twins, who were SUPPOSED to be the looks outs.
They pointed to a dark corner and I rolled my eyes. Some help they are!
"Hurry up!" George whisper-yelled, "I hear foot steps!"
"I'm almost done!" I said back as I poured the contents of the last bin into the hole. I adjusted the stone colored carpet over the ditch and tip toed over to the guys.
Jessica Cesari thought she could mess with my broom and get away with it? Not. A. Chance.
"Let's go, Wood!" Fred snapped, stuffing my broom into my chest. "Get on."
We climbed onto our brooms and flew up to the darkest part of the dungeon's ceiling.
Sure enough, Jessica came bounding the corridor with the Slytherin quidditch team hot on her trails until she tripped over her own feet, belly flopping into our trap followed by Miles Bletchley and a second year.
The twins started the count down. "3, 2-"
"Get me out of here! Nooo! It's bit me! " Jessica Cesari's screams could probably be heard all around the castle by now
"There's snakes!" She screeched desperately trying to pry herself out of the hole
"And spiders!" Bletchley cried, attempting to push himself out of the hole only to slip back in when a snake wrapped around his leg
Cassius Warrington quickly gripped under bother her arms and ripped her out of the ditch while a few reserves helped Bletchley out.
"For fucks sake!" Flint's voice cracked, peering in.
"She's been bit! Take her to the Hospital wing!" Another concluded, attempting to get rid of the mountain of pests
Tears were streaming down our faces as we slow clapped it up with silent laughter
Go big or go home, am I right?
I showered six times. It took me six scrubs and lobster colored skin to not feel like something was crawling on me. All because of Oliver Wood. I've also got bitten by three garden snakes and seven spiders.
I'm covered in bandages on my arms and legs. One of those slimey fuckers even managed to bite me on the ear. My ear. Of all places a freaking snake could bite, it chose my ear. Madam Pomfrey couldn't even bandage that.
The lads have done almost everything to help me feel better, like building a house out of gummy bears and playing the game where you can't touch the floor cause it's lava. They even went as far as to offer up a game of hide and seek in the common room. Everything was a fail.
So, right now I'm curled onto the sofa with my legs resting on Miles lap, I was reading a story called 'Seeking the Keeper'.
Even though I wanted nothing more than to ring a certain Gryffindor keeper's neck, I've decided that I would wait. Let him think he's won. Pfft, yeah right. If only he knew what was in store for him tonight.
Anyway, my story was about two quidditch players - a seeker and keeper - who fall in love when a new female fills an open position for keeper on a made up team in Greece.
Rather enjoyable, really. Well, if you actually enjoy reading - which I usually do not - and ignore the slick remarks that the lads kept mumbling every so often about my brain being filled with bats, bludgers, and quaffles..
I was half way through chapter ten. The main characters, Aly and Amos, were together, but in secret. "NO!" I shrieked.
This chapter was getting ridiculous. The teams chaser is after Aly! "No! Get away from him, stupid arse!"
The boys gave me questionable stares but I carried on. "Oh my god! Oh my god! STOP! STOP NOW! Oh, for fuck's sake.."
Miles attempted to pry the book from my hands to see what all the fuss was about but I twisted and bent over the arm of the sofa, knees resting in between the arm and Mi's leg. I'm pretty sure my bum's cheek was touching his face's cheek but let's not get into that, yeah?
I quickly hopped to my feet, pacing in front of the fireplace with my eyes never leaving the page. I groaned, slapping the book to my thigh. "You sodding slut!"
I glanced at my boys and noticed Daphne was seated on Graham's lap in fits.
I scrunched my brows and turned back. My eyes adjusted back to the line I stopped on, "You know what, this is not okay."
I smacked my lips, "Are you kidding me? Really? YOU DON'T KNOW WHY YOU KISSED CHRIS? I do! Because you're a freaking falafel loving skank! Amos loved you more than Oliver Wood loves strawberry shortcakes, but NO! You went and kissed that stupid bloody chaser! YOU RIPPED HIS HEART OUT OF HIS CHEST AND STOMPED ON IT! What the HELL is wrong with you, Aly? I can't even read this book anymore!" I threw it to the side of the common room, absentmindedly smacking a second year in the head and ignoring the tiny protest they gave.
"I can't even finish it! She RUINED IT for me. I hope he never forgives her! I finally read a book but that stupid slut went and killed my perception! It's DEAD! Gone! Six feet under, worms attacking you, and hearing a freaking soul sucking bullshit eulogy being sputtered out by someone you hate while everyone's just waiting for free treats, DEAD!"
Everyone was doubled over. My arms were flailing. Cassius tried to reach my arm but I stomped up the stairs, almost tripping on my way up..
"And don't try to go there with me CASSIUS," I pointed at him from the top of the stairs, "Because the only things I want to see to right now happen to be in my closet and are the most empowering things in the world and their names are Nimbus and Firebolt! UGH!"
"I don't think it was just the book that made her angry," Marcus chortled right before I spun on my heel and stomped to my room.
A short while later, I was slumped on the door inside of my room locking it every time one of the boys unlocked it with their wands, and eating one of my many boxes of sweets.
"Aw, come on wife!" Miles whined. "Supper's in an hour! You promised we'd break out the bow and arrows today!"
Kara came next. "I have to peeee!" With Daph's agreement. "Me too!"
"We're sorry, love, we didn't mean to laugh at you.." Graham tried reasoning. I'm not even sure how they managed to get up the girls stair case but now was not the time for investigations.
"Well, 'sorry' doesn't sweeten my tea!" I huffed back in annoyance. The door clicked again, so I quickly reached to lock the knob with my clean hand. I watched as the poster of my favorite band swung back and forth. It always comes loose on the right side no matter how much tape or glue I use to secure it. Damned stone walls.
"Jessica Avrora Cesari!" Marc's voice boomed, "I will go find your brother and have him get you if you don't open this door!"
I scoffed. Pfft, as if Marcus Flint would step foot anywhere near a Gryffindor. My eyes remained concentrated on the poster until it fell in a heap onto my sheets.
"I'm getting real tired of your shit." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I've been here almost three weeks and it's fallen AT LEAST twelve times. But that's just an estimate.
"I'll tell him you and Diggory have another date!" Cassius teased. I could imagine the smirk on his face. Bastard.
I groaned, standing up and unlocking the door. "What do you want?"
"Play with me?" Miles pouted, falling to his knees and burying his head into my stomach. I felt his smile press through the fabric. "You're belly's told me to tell you that it's time for us to spend quality time together."
Tossing the empty container that once held sweets into the rubbish bin, I ran my fingers through his short hair and smiled. I couldn't be mad at him if I tried.
"Mi! You're supposed to hold up the target, not hide behind it you ninny!"
Miles and I thought i'd be a clever idea to practice our archery skills this evening.
In other words we're shooting poor unsuspecting students and a knocking a few heads off the suits of armor with the plastic arrows, while being scolded by the people in the portraits. It's not our faults our shooting is a complete and utter disgrace. Judge us.
"No! You almost took my bloody eye out last time and the time before that you fell down the stairs and dragged me with you!" He peeked around the cardboard target in time to catch Professor Snape on his way to the Great Hall. We quickly hid our objects behind our backs and simultaneously said, "Nothing to see here, sir!"
Snape sighed, pushing past a few first years. We were in the clear, back to hallway archery!
Before Miles could hide behind the target once more, I held up the bow and shot the target right in the bulls eye!
"I did it!" I squealed, tossing the bow and the three arrows that I had tucked into the back of my shorts in the air
Before I knew it I was hoisted into the air and heard a familiar voice say, "Congratulations, babe."
My breath caught in my throat and my face heated up. That could only mean one thing. Cedric.
I've managed to steer clear of him all day and here I was being pressed against his solid, muscular, perfect chest.. Dear lord..
The grip he had on my waist loosened immediately then he spun me around, gazing down into my eyes.
"I haven't seen you much today." Cedric comments as he takes my hands in his and smiles. "I missed that pretty face."
My eyes widened a bit and my face flushed again. My body soo wasn't ready for this. After that kiss, I haven't been mentally prepared to see him again. Sweet Merlin, I'm swooning already..
"But, I see you're busy," He nodded at Miles, who was standing with arms crossed and his face twisted up in disgust. "So, maybe I could see you after supper?"
There goes that feeling in my belly again..
I grinned and he said. "Meet you at 7:30."
Cedric leaned over to kiss my forehead and shooed me away, back to Miles.
Oh my gosh. This boy makes me literally need a cold shower. God help me..
"Getting cozy over there, wife?"
Thanks for ruining my moment, jerk. "Don't start, Mi." I sighed, continuing down the corridor.
"So much for ignoring him." He grumbled, picking up his pace. Literally, leaving me.
"Fine." I muttered. Don't think that little bit of trickery is going to work on me, Miles Bletchley! Not a chance. I'm perfectly content with walking by myself, on my own, abandoned.. *Sigh*
Feeling eyes boring into my backside and hearing footsteps not far from behind, I whipped around, only to meet a familiar pair of grey eyes.
"What are you doing, ?" I smiled, scrunching my brows together.
He grinned, "Well, Dad's always told me to follow my dreams.." I blushed,
"You're pathetic." I heard Miles scoff. Oh, now you want to come back? Too bad, Bletchley. Too bad. I'm officially mad at you, for being mad at me, over NOTHING. Take that, so called 'husband'.
Feeling the sudden urge to slap a particular Slytherin in the face, I spun around, hand cocked and all.
Miles wasn't there.
Shaking my head, I heard Cedric clear his throat. "Is anything going on with you two?"
"No." I blurted. "He's just a friend!"
"You sure?"
"Positive. Promise."
Said boy did not look convinced at all and raised his eyebrow doubtfully.
"Hmm. I'll see you in a bit, love." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles before strolling into the dining hall.
Why do I have a feeling i'm going to need Jesus, prayers and Ghandi if I'm going to get through tonight?
Since my darling quidditch team decided to have their own personal mutiny against me after Miles told them I'd be seeing Cedric after dinner, Daphne, Kara, and I are seated at the very end of the Slytherin table. Close to the doors so I could easily leave.
"So, what happened last night?" Kara gushed, sucking the custard from her spoon.
"Tell us everything." Daphne finished, pushing her empty plate away.
"Well, last night Cedric and I chased a snitch around for a bit. He gave me a first years broom so I lost the wager he proposed. After, he had a picnic set up in front of the lake and we ate. Then, since he won the wager I had to kiss him." The tips of my ears started heating up at the memory and I shoved a heaping fork full of cake in my mouth to avoid further embarrassment.
Daphne squealed in delight and Kara threw her arms up and accidentally flung her spoon over into the Ravenclaw's direction.
My eyes widened and I yelped when I saw the creamy substance completely cover a dark haired girls nose.
Daphne giggled and turned back to me. "You kissed him?" She whispered, moving around the table so she could squeeze in next to me
I placed another fork full of cake in mouth and nodded. They squealed again. "Oh my gosh!"
"Do you like him?" Kara had a vise grip on my arm and it was clear that she wasn't going to let go any time soon.
I sighed. "I don't know..." Her face scrunched up as she looked toward the Hufflepuff table. She started squawking like a bird moments later and I looked at her as if she grew three heads
"The eagle has landed! The." She harshly whispered and nodded to the left. "Eagle." Nods again. "Has." Nods once more. "Landed!"
Taking one last sip from my goblet, my eyes wandered down to Cedric who smiled at me as he made his way down to me.
"Is he the eagle?" She gave me a defeated expression and nodded, rolling her eyes.
It sounds terrible to say, but I didn't want him to be near me when my brother was around. Because, that would be bad. Very bad. For him of coarse.
Without a second thought I shuffled out of the great hall and down to the entrance doors, desperately praying that my brother hadn't noticed.
"You're quite quick for those little legs of yours," Cedric's voice murmured into my ear as he wrapped his hands around my waist
My heart rate increased as he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me down a few corridors.
"Where are we going?" I asked, boldly snaking my arms around his. He grinned down at me.
"It's a secret, Shh.." His finger touched his lips and I smiled back.
We hiked up what seemed like a set of never ending spiral stairs and he slid open a door, making way so I could go inside.
"This is the astronomy tower." He said, taking my hand and leading me over to one of the balcony type windows
"It's.." I paused, taking in the view of Hogwarts grounds. "Nice."
He chuckled and moved so he was behind me but still holding onto the railings. "I was wondering,"
Cedric sat his chin on my head. "What do you think about us?"
I bit my lip and felt a whole zoo erupt in my stomach. "I...erm, I mean..I don't know.."
I mentally scolded myself for being so stupid. I had all day to think through this, but did I? No, of coarse not! I should just thwack myself upside the head with a beater's bat now..
Cedric spun me around and was staring at me like he was searching for something. "Don't you like me?" Oh, if only you knew..
Before I could answer, he inched his way closer and closer until our lips were millimeters apart. "Well?"
I nodded slowly. That unusual feeling erupted in my belly once more and without even realizing what I was doing, I kissed him.
Cedric backed me into a wall, pressing himself against me and kissed me back hungrily.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, twirling the hair on the back of his head with my fingers.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Our heads snapped to the voices direction and I groaned. It's official. Merlin hates me.
"Steve," If muggle television has taught me anything, it's that you can talk anybody down.. "It's not what what you think.."
"Not what I think? He had you pinned on the wall! He was forcing himself on you!"
My brother attempted to push himself past me but I hopped right on his back.
"No he wasn't! I kissed him! Not everybody's like Johnny!"
His advancements on Cedric ceased and I hopped down. Pushing my way inbetween them.
"You can't keep doing this, brother.." I gripped his hand and stared up at him. My brother's eyes were everywhere but on me now.
"I won't hurt her, if that's what you think." Cedric butted in. My eyes widened a little. You just don't wake a sleeping dragon, Diggory!
My hand gripped my brothers a little tighter, praying that I was relaying a silent 'don't kill him' message.
"You're staying with me tonight. Let's go."
I sighed and sent Cedric an apologetic smile before Stevie all but dragged me out the door. He held tight on my hand and remained silent until we reached his dorm room.
I was just waiting for him to yell. He always does. Reaching into one of his drawers he pulled out a set of my clothes that he kept for when I needed his company.
"Go have a bath." He handed me my clothes without so much as a look in my direction. I took them and did as he directed.
I knew memories of our past had caught up to him and I didn't want to hurt him even more with an argument.
Setting the water, I scrubbed up and brushed my teeth with an extra tooth brush he had set out.
Creeping back into the room, I noticed him staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes.
Using all my might I pulled him by his arm and pulled him into a tight squeeze that he returned after several moments.
I guess seeing your baby sister grow up is harder that it sounds..
"What are you planning on doing to Oliver?" He asked, throwing back the covers and climbing in.
I smirked. I totally forgot about that. "We need some supplies.."
Oliver Wood thinks he soo smart. Oh no, no, no.
Right now, it's 3:49am and my brother was keeping watch down in the common room for any intrusions that could potentially get us caught up.
At the moment, I was saran wrapping Oliver to his bed. Yes, you heard correctly. I was plastic wrapping Oliver Wood to his bed.
I carefully placed the wrap over his body and rolled under his bed about a thousand times already.
But that's not the best part! See, I placed a really annoying alarm clock under his bed that will make it go off at exactly 4:07am, and with the silencing and concealment charms that I've placed on his bed, none of his roomies will hear it or see it.
Pat on the back for me? Why thank you!
After finishing off my fourth roll of wrap, I closed his curtains and quietly taped his wand underneath his bed as well.
Honestly, I have no idea how he hasn't woken up yet. I mean, I'm not exactly a silent ninja.
I tripped over a few shoes. Farted twice - I know, how lady like - and sneezed rather loudly, three times in a row.
He's seriously taking hibernation to a whole new level..
I did a once over on my handiwork and decided my best bet was going to be to crawl out of the room if I wanted to avoid tripping or falling.
I wonder how old Ollie-dear is going to feel when he wakes up feeling like he's bathing with Lucifer?
After successfully exiting the quarters, I pulled myself to my feet and happily strolled down to the common room.
But of coarse, I missed the top step and tumbled down, landing on my bum.
"How'd you manage that?" Stevie shook his head and I glared.
It's not like I plan these things!