 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Well, tradition was as tradition was set. And besides that, Tate had asked him to come up when he could. So, here he was, staring up at the stone gargoyles for the upteenth time in his history at Hogwarts. Scrunching his face up, he peered at the beasts, wondering just what Tate's password might be. He had never heard the man utter it, for good reason, but one would think that after so many visits he may have heard it at least once. Apparently not. Fine handiwork though. Something to be marveled at indeed.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |