Riley Anne Prewett (rileyannemcg) wrote,
Riley Anne Prewett

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Fucking hell. That escalated quickly. One second Caradoc and I were talking...well, exchanging insults with Dolohov and some other blokes, the next Caradoc was on Dolohov's back and I was hexing Macnair so he and the others weren't teaming up on Caradoc.

God, I feel horrible. Not for confunding Yaxley, and definitely not for punching Dolohov, but for getting Amycus involved. Though, to be fair, I honestly had thought he wouldn't have bothered. I thought he'd fight me, whether I wanted it or not. I didn't think for a second that he'd be protecting me in front of all his Slytherin friends.

I walked Monty to the Hospital Wing on my way back to the dorm. My cut was still bleeding a little bit, but not too badly. I didn't want to bother the healers with something stupid like a scrape, a bruise and a sprained wrist. Not when they've surely got their work cut out for them after all this. And, oddly...I sort of don't want to heal it. I feel like I deserve it. I put Amycus in danger, I punched Dolohov, I (in a way) helped start an all out brawl in the middle of the second floor corridor. I deserve a black eye or something. I'll deal.

And...what the hell did Dolohov mean by what Amycus has up his sleeve? It certainly didn't sound like he was carrying bunny rabbits or daisies in his school uniform. Normally I'd just take it as a metaphor or something like that, but the way he said it...I don't know. It seems like there's something to it.

Fuck, I hope Amycus is alright. If something happens to him because he was protecting me and I was an idiot, I'll never forgive myself. Ever.


It might be a good idea for some professors to listen to Dumbledore and head in the general direction of the second floor corridor. Maybe. You never know.
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