 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Scrubbing the back of his neck, Sabel examined the black...something creeping up between some of the tiles. He vaugely wondered if the potions master was growing something in here for an experiment.
"We could use Allison's rather persistant prodding parchment." He suggested as he scrubbed some of the black stuff with the toes of his shoe.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |