 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Drawing his head back and his body halfway up, resting his weight on one elbow as he draped his other arm over his side, he peered down at his half-folded Arya with a goofy smile. "Something that doesn't involve counting. Because I have a feeling there is going to be more than enough of that this semester."
With a mischievous grin, he flopped onto his back again and started, ironically, counting on his fingers, letting his voice draw out to make the list even more lengthy. "Lets see there's measurements in potions, Arithmatcy, birthdays in Divination, goals in quiddich, number of cloned items in Charms, number of stars, number of clouds...." Clearly there was too much counting. "Counting the number of things to count, the number of stairs in the castle...."
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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