| The Romping Willow | ||||
| At first, all Ron could feel was a sort of tingling numbness. This curious sensation was soon followed by something similar to how he would feel if he were somehow travelling by floo powder as well as simultaneously travelling through use of a portkey. Yet, he knew this was something entirely new to him. Joy overtook him when he realised that he had for the first time in his life successfully disapparated. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed himself triumphantly. "Now I'm sure to pass the test this time." Certain that he was alone, Ron couldn't repress a tiny hop of happiness. Somewhere in mid-hop, he stumbled backward, shocked and confused by what he saw. While his body had been transported flawlessly from his dormitory to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, his clothes had not. In addition, Ron had no idea whatsoever where the garments had gone. "Bugger!" he cried with frustration and devastating disappointment. Pouting, he slumped down against the nearest tree and fought back the tears lingering in his eyes. Those tears didn't have long to linger, for they grew unbelievably large with pain. Jerking his head behind him, he saw that the source of his discomfort was within his backside. In abject horror, he gasped, "The Whomping Willow!" ~The End~ |
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