𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲
𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆
𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗢𝗠𝗚, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺-𝗰𝗼𝗺-𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲
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Atychiphobia
(n.) fear of failure ; fear of not being go...
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QUIDDITCH ROLLED AROUND AGAIN THE NEXT DAY, HARRY HAVING COMPLAINED MOST OF THE NIGHT ABOUT THE ESSAY SNAPE HAD ASSIGNED.
you certainly weren't looking forward to your detention.
you contemplated not even going but you saw the man nearly every day unfortunately so it'd be hard to avoid.
it was a terribly stormy day, it was a struggle to see players through the thick and heavy rain. you didn't have much trouble, you hadn't even bothered to use an umbrella. you did have your coat hood up, though.
you honestly found it quite enjoyable, this weather.
well, for not quite normal reasons.
it always gave a good laugh.
people kept tripping over and umbrellas kept flying from peoples hands, some of the smaller children even flying with them. so that was always fun.
you were at the very front like usual, looking around for harry, hermione and ron doing the same from either side of you.
you had your hair down so that your raincoat would fit over it, ron and hermione sneaking cheeky glances every so often. you noticed, though. obviously.
