5th floor common room, early Sunday morning

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For some reason River felt compelled to throw kitchen knives at the wall. She made a point of not hitting Proty the octopus or the little fish, and was reasonably successful.

"Cutting through air," she mumbled as she hurled a knife. "Stuck." It hit the wall just above the octopus's head.

"Flying like deadly popcorn."

River spun around and threw another knife.