[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis “Arty” Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=gold]Location:[/color][/b] The Hallway -> Compartment 3
[b][color=gold]Magic:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]

Oh bullocks. Everything was totally chill not even five minute past and now everythings gone pear shaped! Merula’s gang, the posers, turned any and every pleasant situation into a shambolic mockery of it all. They acted like a bunch of cornish pixies, taking the piss out of any bloke unlucky enough to cross their paths. Well if taking the piss was all they did, then maybe the bloke was lucky. Arty shivered at a few of the worse memories he had of their little gang leader. There really was no lucky when it came to Merula Snyde, the tosser she was.  

But he turned his attention back to the present. The sooner this was all over, the sooner they could have a kickin' time. [color=gold] “Come on guys. Just give her your names and we’ll wash our hands of this whole mess. Any miscommunications can be cleared up with your head of house afterwards, right?. Professor Flitwick will totally understand once you explain it to him, Mary.”[/color] Arty pleaded, silently asking for support from Madalyn since she was the [i]senior prefect[/i] here. It was absolute rubbish that [i]he[/i] was already getting in these situations. Why couldn’t he have the [i]ride[/i] to hogwarts to enjoy? They’d been with muggles their whole summer! He just wanted to have fun with his friends. He barely kept the pout off his face at the utter [i]injustice[/i] of it all.