For aaaaaanyone? A Poop * k8 *
He had LOST it. No, not his marbles--not yet, though Paul heard he was on his way--he had lost...................
Milton's lucky pin. HIS LUCKY PIN HE HAD BORROWED IT FOR GOOD LUCK AND NOW COULD NOT FIND ANYWHERE. And really, he didn't know where in the world it could be BECAUSE he had gone down to the Hufflepuff Common Room earlier and STROLLED around the castle and ERIFHREUIGHGOIUHG.
HIS PARTNER WAS GOING TO MURDER HIM IN COLD BLOOD. It was the end. He might not even TELL Milton he had lost it. Maybe he could...hold off and find a new one--
OH SNAPPP!
It was specially MADE and in such a distinct shape that Paul just...the thought of reproducing such a thing was entirely not possible. He scurried around the corridor, wand in hand, the tip of it lit up as he searched corners and behind pillars. His heart was beating SO quickly because he just knew death was, indeed, near.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
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