★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry 47. Portkey
Staring at an old plush toy from his childhood, Tyler was deciding whether to make it into a portkey or not. But then he wasn’t too sure of where the portkey might take him. “Why are you staring at that?” Luce asked, pointing to the torn dog plush in his hands. “I’m thinking about making it into a portkey, but not sure where it would take me. Maybe somewhere I can escape from you,” he smirked, setting the toy down and walking out the room. “You can’t hide from me, Tyler Way! I’ll find you wherever you go!” Luce joked.
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