 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Uhhh...?? What was happening? Morgan paused only briefly in his poop shoveling as Kitt spoke, turning to look at his dormmate. "Oh.. that's really nice of you, Kitt..." And it was nice. Really nice. But it was kind of making him look bad.
Back to shoveling poop. He did have a competition to win after all. But it was less fun when he wasn't really competing after all, not when the others weren't going to. He tried holding his breath to keep the smell from reaching his nose as he shovel the poop out the door, but it made it really hard to breathe so it didn't last long. "Hey, Professor," he said between holding breaths as he shoveled and shoveled. "Can't we all have a kneazle, like if we work real hard? I mean... there's a whole lot of them here.." He stopped a moment and looked around. There were dozens. Who had that many cats? He was like some crazy old cat lady.
Wait... which two Gryffindors? There were three of them, was he one of the Gryffindors that should get the kneazle space all comfy? He looked up towards the top of the barn where Williamson was pointing. That seemed like a much better task than poop shoveling. And he was just about to ask what gargoyle guano meant when a question was directed towards him. "My dad's name is Ethan. E-T-H-A-N," he helpfully spelled for him, knowing that he had some troubles in that area.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |