Thanks for the hand,

Azrali groaned as she sulked her way towards the castle. She prodded at the bridge of her nose and corner of her eye where she'd just gotten punch. She knew it was bruising, but at least it wasn't broken. She winced as she pushed on part of the bridge of her nose. She was annoyed, very annoyed. Her hair burned bright red in anger.

'God, he had a big fist' she thought annoyed as she thought back to the boy. He'd been a lot taller than her, but he talked badly about her and that's all she was worried about. She knew her parents would be livid if they found out. But, there had been so many prats that she didn't even know which one it was that finally hit her.

She groaned as she pushed open the door to the Entrance Hall. Students of every house bustled through the Hall in a hurry to get to supper. She attempted to push into a crowd, but was elbowed back. She fell to her rear on the floor, rubbed her hip, and went to get up only to see a hand in front of her face,

"Um... thanks..." she muttered, taking the hand,