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By: Ferretti
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An argument broke out between two students who had arrived early. The rest of the class and their teacher trooping up the cold stone stairs to the even colder open-air tower caught the ending. The male student pushed his debater, who stumbled then pushed him right back. Angry, the student closer to the middle of the room shoved with all his might.
Much to everyone's fright the red head girl caught her foot against the low rise of stone at the base of the glass-less window and fell backwards. Her hands clutching instinctively to stop her fall out the window down the six or seven stories towards the hard packed ground.
The students and teacher rushed to the window as the boy started backing up and shaking his head in disbelief. The only scream to break the silence came from the girls in the audience.
" I didn't mean to... it was an accident." The boy muttered eyes wide in shock. The students watched as the icy wind whipped past the girl's robes, turning her hair into tiny whips stinging her face.
Watching as she plummeted, the students watched in awe as her lithe body flipped over and she stretched her arms out almost as if to welcome the fast approaching ground. With a suddenty where no one was quite sure what happened, wings sprouted and the girl flapped to a halt, landing softly on the hard frozen ground.
She looked back up at the top of the tower contemptuously, her wings wrapping around her shoulders like a cloak before she walked to the great oak doors leading back into the body of the castle school.
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An argument broke out between two students who had arrived early. The rest of the class and their teacher trooping up the cold stone stairs to the even colder open-air tower caught the ending. The male student pushed his fiery haired debater, who stumbled then pushed him right back. Angry, the blonde closer to the middle of the room shoved with all his might.
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I heard the gasps of shock and the few screams the kids uttered as my heel caught against the inch high piece of stone at the bottom of the glass-less window. My arms windmill as I scramble for something to grab onto, can't let them know yet. I must keep my secret.
My hands find only air and I fall backwards as the pathetic fools rush forward to try to help. Through the whistling wind I can just hear the idiot muttering under his breath, ' I didn't mean to... it was an accident.'
My long red curls were turned into vicious whips as the wind snapped them into my eyes and face, my robes snapped and crackled around my falling body. I hear the girls crying and screaming above me getting fainter and fainter as the shrieking of the wind takes over my ears.
Flipping over I face the ground head on, spreading my arms as if they were wings I was spreading to stop my fall, to stop the soon to be painful impact with the hard, cold, unyielding December ground. With an intensity of pain I've come to enjoy and expect, ripping it's way across my shoulder blades, my Angel Wings burst from their hiding places in a flurry of feathers.
I manage to get my feet under my body, flapping my wings hard to slow myself down enough to survive. I land as I've learned to land, lightly on my feet. Taking time to tug at my robes and pull my untidy hair into an even messier pony tail I turned my angry, scowling glare on the students looking on in shock from the top of the astronomy tower.
My wings automatically wrapped themselves around my shoulders as a second cloak to help keep me warm as I turned and marched back into my school through the great oak doors, suddenly to tired to care what every thought and what was going to happen to me. I was alive for the moment and free. And so very, very tired of being different and having to stay silent.
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A/N: I have no clue why I wrote this. Absolutely no bloody clue (sorry I've been over on reading HP stories). I just could see this happening and had to jot it down before I lost it. Hope you like. I wrote it two ways, from the girl's perspective, the second version and from the students in the tower version.