My Sweet Thing [Harry Potter Fanfic]

Chapter 13: Natural Evolution

AN: Pandas? Pandaus??? It's been a while. Can any of you guys see this?????????

—--------------ON NATALIE'S APARTMENT ROOFTOP—--------------

I took in deep breaths. A gust of pollution swept back my plain hair.

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Amelie gave me a look, "Do you really have to do that?"

"Do I really have to wear this?" I pointed to the fingerless leather gloves on my hands, my army print tank top, and distressed black cargo shorts with black spikes on the belt. I was about to point to the eyepatch where the lemon was lodged but that was probably there for medical prposes.

"Yes." She said, tossing over a wood polearm that SMACKED ME IN THE FACE

Amelie shook her head, "It's what I'm wearing too. You won't get anything done with that getup."

"MY GET-" I gasped, eyes rolling over *insert clothing I wore.*

"You can't fight like a bad if you don't look like a bad," Amelie said with a growl in the back of her throat. Then all of a sudden, she whipped a polearm off one of the stands and JABBED ME IN THE STOMACH!!

I grabbed my stomach and fell to the side, writing like a moldy pizza, "oWWWWWWWWWWWWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU CRAZY PERSOn"

"That. WAS A TEST! If you really wanna fight, you have to be agile, hot," she said, whipping her blonde hair back, "and most importantly, PREPARED! You can't just wait around waiting for me to train you. You have to train yourself."

I climbed up on my feet, and dusted off, not knowing how to hold the polearm, "I'm starting to think you weren't the sanest person for this."

"Have you met me????? I'm literally a serial killer. I'm not the sanest person to do anything."

I rolled my eyes so far back I almost couldn't lodge them out of my skull. But luckily I did. I'm so hot.

Natmalie stomped her pole into the ground and furrowed her perfectly plucked blonde eyebrows, "Get ready. We're starting again."

I looked at her, "What about unexpected?"

"Unexpected is for people who are ready."

I shrugged at her, "Okay."

Then I lifted up my stick and pointed it at her, heart palpitating.

I could do this. She couldn't catch me off guard again, I knew all of her moves I-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Suddenly, I found myself face first with the concrete floor. Slash rooftop

A pain burned in my stomach and I yelled and screamed around in agony, "OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I THOUGHT YOU SAID UNEXPECTED IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE READY"

"YOU'LL NEVER BE READY IF YOU DON'T ACT LIKE YOUR READY"

I cried and screeched from the top of my lungs "I DON't EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSSSS"

—------Two minutes later—------------

I got up from the floor and tried again

Lifting the stick up with shaky hands. Hand sweat making the wood slippery.

I awaited her hit, and got jabbed in the stomach, falling back along the edge of the rooftop. Bystanders just over the wall

Natamelie's weapon charged forward and I ducked and rolled.

But she flicked the stick inside my side and bruised my ribs, I screamed again and crawled back into the centre.

This happened over and over. I got jabbed in the neck