I was still fuming. I took slow deep breath trying to calm down my erratic heartbeat. Stacy was sat beside me. One of her hand on my shoulder. My breathing was still heavy from the intense struggle I had with Harry earlier. Right after I'd snipped his hair off he had tried to collect the scissors from me but he didn't succeed.
There had been a lot of struggling, hair pulling, clothe dragging and screaming. The screaming part had been from me when he pounced onto me, pushing us both to the ground and when he had pulled on my hair to keep me from getting away. He almost ripped it off my head. I still have a headache from his rough handle on my scalp.
We were both struggling on the floor when Stacy helped get the scissors from my hand. He had stood up immediately chasing after her but he
