Vic & Open
Bright lights and loud sounds triggered headaches in Vic's concussed head ever since her damn fall, but that didn't stop her from checking out the festival thing. She didn't plan on staying long--only enough to make sure her dad thought she was social enough and didn't badger her for holing up alone.
But then she found the whack-a-gnome game. Picking up the cushiony hammer, she pressed the button and out of eight holes, a little gnome-like creature popped up. Whack! Nailed it. Points dinged on the scoreboard above and Vic stood at the ready again, a gnome popping into the opposite corner hole. Whack! "Oh fuck yeah," Vic muttered, shifting her feet into a more aggressive stance with one slightly behind the other. Two gnomes popped up at the same exact time and Vic reacted with the skill of a trained duelist. Whack! Whack! "Nice try, fuckers."
"You said a swear!" A whiny little boy piped up from beside her, pointing an accusatory finger while his other hand held a massive candy floss.
Her concentration broke and a gnome slipped up and down. Vic glared at the kid and averted her eyes back to the game. "Well spotted, future Ravenclaw. Now piss off before I mistake you for a gnome and whack your nosy little head."