Maybe she woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, or maybe it was the snide words Lestrange had had for her during quidditch practice - which had not gone well by any standard, for that matter - but Zadie had found herself in a terrible mood.
She hadn't felt like talking to people or grimacing through her teeth, and the sullen sulkiness brewing in her gut had made her lose her appetite for dinner. So, abruptly altering direction on the way to the Great Hall, she'd marched into a spare classroom, slamming the door behind her. She kicked at a table leg in unfocused irritation, deciding that she needed a distraction, one that wasn't trying to slip someone else's possession into her pocket as a way to calm down.
There was a duelling dummy in the room, which she pulled out to the front, and then paced away from it, racking her brains for some jinxes and hexes to practise. It probably wouldn't be as fun as getting to actually duel somebody - but it was something. Zadie did get a jolt of satisfaction to see the dummy hit in the chest by the knockback jinx.
She'd gotten so absorbed in this activity that she didn't notice the door opening. This time, the hex she shot out - supposed to do something with sardines? - narrowly missed the dummy; instead, it struck someone who was standing in the doorway. Oh dear.
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Fantastic set by Nolan!