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Post by summer abi finnigan on Jan 21, 2012 12:36:31 GMT -5
 Harley Jade Barbary was going to die a horrible, drawn out, painful death. One that would involve being ripped limb from limb by a mountain troll. Or fed, alive, to a group of hungry bears. Or better yet, both. A smirk pulled at the corner of Summers lips at the very thought of the Barbary girl being tortured until death. It might have seemed a little drastic but it wasn't like the gryffindor cretin didn't deserve it. Anyone who thought they could pull a prank on Summer Avery and get away with it obviously deserved to meet a terrible end. Pay back would have to wait though, there wasn't any chance Summer was going to leave the Slytherin commons until the spell had worn off.
Sat alone on a very large and plush chair in the corner of the Slytherin commons, Summer was currently finishing up her Transfiguration essay. The room was empty, because most students were down at the great hall for lunch. Which suited her just fine. It meant that she didn't have to be subject to silent laughs and sideways glances. Of course she had hexed and threated everyone who had dared to laugh at her today. Summer can be a bitch on her good days, pick on her when she's in an awful mood and you're in for a world of trouble.
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