 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
22. Kneazle Ethan stepped into his bedroom for the first time back from break and green eyes searched the room, landing on the window sill and the splash of green resting there – his potted Angelica. The boy briskly walked over to it, fingers gingerly lifting the shredded leaves and assessing the damage.
Eyeing Mr. Fluffy curled up on his bed and purring almost ferociously, the 13 year old gave the bundle of fur an accusatory glare before shooing the animal away in annoyance.
“Might be nice to keep the kneazle from destroying my plants while I’m gone, Mum,” he grumbled to himself.
__________________ 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 |