No, I am not talking about the Friends episode. And no, I am not talking about a long wooden stick used in baseball. I am talking about a small flying rodent which passed directly over my head yesterday.
Little critters LOVE Hogwarts. Think about it:dark, cool corners in the summer, radiators in the winter, and an abundance of crumbs and forgotten food all year round. Because of all that we get a lot of furry friends in the building. Usually they're mice (like the giant ones that lived in a couch on Ground Floor last year), and there are always some friendly roaches hanging around, but occasionally we're visited by a bat or two. And yesterday happened to be one of those occasions.
A friend and I were walking to our lockers before the last bell rang. We were the only two on Ground Floor at throne, save two other freshmen. For some reason, we stopped to stare down the other end of the hallway, and before we knew it something had flown between our heads. Only when it got about thirty feet in front of us did We realize it was a bat. But those poor little freshmen didn't notice a thing until the little guy came flying back towards them-and us. There was a whole lot of screaming going down.
These are the kind of situations that tell you who your real friends are. Your sort-of friends are the ones that awkwardly wait for you to decide what to do. But your real friends get right to the point-they drop everything and save themselves. Luckily for me (I guess) I've got some true friends of my own-they go beyond the normal expectation. The dear girl I was in the hallway with promptly dropped her backpack, threw me in front of her, and slammed us both into the closest wall. For this incident, I will nickname her Save Yourself.
We sprinted into our locker room to avoid the bat, and then were joined by Baby Carrot. You probably don't remember her...go to For Good on this blog. Anyway, as we all stood in the doorway, Baby Carrot caught sight of the bat, and both she and Save Yourself ducked behind me. As if I had some sort of Anti-Rabies Force Field. Now there's an idea...
The memory of this day will fade from the minds of those that weren't there, but I know that it will go down as the day I realized...
If my friends and I were stranded on a desert island with no food,
I would most definitely be the one getting eaten.
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