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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Coming back to the dorm after his afternoon workout on the pitch, Josh was feeling more than a little light headed and in desperate need for a bite or two of those protein bars he kept under his pillow. He still had about 50 things to do on his to-do list for the day, only a modest exaggeration, and among those was finishing memorizing his lines for a scene he was performing with Fiona for Drama Club and then actually starting all of his homework....including a hefty essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts and another for Transfiguration. The latter was going to be nothing short of a disaster considering the fog his brain seemed to be constantly in. He probably should have listened to Eliza when she told him he was insane for taking NEWT level Transfiguration. He partly blamed her for his struggling right now though - she always seemed to happen to distract him right when he was pretending to study for it and apply himself.
But...anyway. AnYwAy.
Pushing open the door to the dorm with a grown, his shirt off and pressed against his face with both of his palms, Josh made a beeline for his bed ... or what he THOUGHT was his bed. The half spin he took unintentionally as he entered the door had him a bit disoriented and therefore the bed he just so happened to flop down on was not his but Noah's. So, uh, eeeeeeeeeerm...incoming?
Incoming.
Right into your lap, Nam.
Sup?
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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