Chapter 3 – a new form and Quidditch
I woke up later feeling rather different, like I was some one else. Around me was a new surroundings, I decided to take a look while I was in here. While I looked at the new surrounding, I saw Darrel napping in a chair beside me. He was snoring lightly, making me giggle a bit. I sat up, but as I did, a sharp pain shot through my back. I groaned and stopped, placing my hand on my back. When I touched it, I felt something soft touch my arm. I looked back to see wings, I had become an angel. The wings were a dull grey, but still they were wings. Never have I been happy, though I felt every powerful. Almost like I was going to have a surge, and I did. But it was a mini one, enough to knock people back. Darrel fell over in his chair, and things fell off tables. I fell back; my breathing was fast and heavy. Darrel looked at me, as I began to cry.
“They’re starting again; I am going to end up killing people.