A Poop * k8 *
Elliot felt her feet hit the ground...she stumbled a bit, but kept her footing and remained standing. Good job, Elliot. She knew Lottie was around here...poor girl...although, the little girl seemed to be excited about all this...Elliot, however, was a bit...worried. Why in the world had the train stopped? It was weird.
The blonde grasped her school bag a bit harder, and her knuckled whitened as she squeezed the handle of her bag harder..
She wondered where Ezra was. Where was Hannah as well? Hmph. She just really wanted to eat, now. And drink...and just sit down. Because she wasn't comfortable right now...and she wanted to be comfortable.
Whatever.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |