a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
It was dark, there was a fire, marshmallows and a happy Alex Reed. He'd made his way across the school grounds and found himself where the class would be held. He loved lessons at night, it was more mysterious... And of course another reason was that he got to sleep longer the morning after.
Resisting the urge to run forward and grabbing all the marshmallows he could he looked over at the professor instead. Maarshmallows Politeness first. "Hello Professor Bishop." he smiled before he plopped himself down on the ground. The fact that Alex Reed was close to yet another fire was slightly disturbing.
Good thing? A castle made of stone couldn't burn down.
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