Post by BEATRICE ADELAIDE DURSLEY on Dec 4, 2017 17:23:06 GMT 8
I put my armor on Show you how strong how I am, I put my armor on I'll show you that I am, I'm unstoppable
Dark clouds were rumbling and flashing from above as Bea approached the lake. Mental she found herself begging for the storm to be far away, even if she knew the rain was the perfect condition for newt collecting. She popped the cork of a jar she had brought along and bent down to observe the rocks that met the dark waters of the lake. As Beatrice's eyes scanned the shoreline for the amphibious creature that was going to help her to pass her up coming practical exam she felt the rain patter atop her head. She tried to think of the rain as encouragement to hurry along with her task. Finding the rocks to be void of the creatures, she looked up in search of another area of hunt the creatures. A few meters away she spotted a larger group of rocks, perhaps this could be the cluster that held her prized newts?
Bea started off in the direction of the rocks and with every step she took it seemed the rain was becoming more and more frequent. Soon she found the rocky ground she walked was becoming increasingly slippery as the rain soon became a steady, and somewhat heavy, downpour. Reaching the cluster of rocks Beatrice tried her best to make quick work with her hands moving smaller rocks to search beneath for the pools of water the newts loved. There was a rock just with in her reach that seemed the perfect hiding spot for the creatures. As carefully as possible she reached to move it but just as she got a grasp on the rock her boot slipped off the rock she had been using to support herself. With her balance lost Beatrice feel face first into the rock shore line. It all happened rather quickly, first there was pain followed by a cold feeling, and than - everything seemed to fade to black.
Bea started off in the direction of the rocks and with every step she took it seemed the rain was becoming more and more frequent. Soon she found the rocky ground she walked was becoming increasingly slippery as the rain soon became a steady, and somewhat heavy, downpour. Reaching the cluster of rocks Beatrice tried her best to make quick work with her hands moving smaller rocks to search beneath for the pools of water the newts loved. There was a rock just with in her reach that seemed the perfect hiding spot for the creatures. As carefully as possible she reached to move it but just as she got a grasp on the rock her boot slipped off the rock she had been using to support herself. With her balance lost Beatrice feel face first into the rock shore line. It all happened rather quickly, first there was pain followed by a cold feeling, and than - everything seemed to fade to black.
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