Roald Krum is actually a dragon. (roald) wrote in ainsworthu,
"Good," he responded, pleased. "That's the way to be." And just like he remembered her, as well. Roald gripped the next branch, careful to avoid getting splinters stuck in his skin. It was a pretty tall tree, though not really towering -- and it had a lot of branches in case he got bored of sitting at the top and wanted to chart new territory. Perfect. And it looked like most of the branches were pretty thick and sturdy --
-- or not! "Oh, careful --" but before he even finished she was stable again. "See, look, you saved yourself. No harm done! And if you fall you'll probably fall on me, so I'd take the brunt of it, and I'm used to falling everywhere." He shrugged.
Roald twisted himself around a few branches (instead of taking the easy way straight up) and amused himself by trying to go diagonally instead of directly vertical. Then he looked up at her, distracted slightly from his antics by the memory. "Revenge is right! That was the morning after I left a walkie talkie in your room and made weird noises from the other end in the middle of the night. I still don't know how you knew it was me, though. Had to show up to bio drenched that day," he rested both arms on top of a particularly large branch.