 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
It was WAAAAAAAAYYYY too early in the morning.
Shirt untucked, eyes rimmed with red and his tie completely askew, Benzi Rider shuffled into the classroom looking like the bed was still stuck to his back. Bleary eyed, he blinked in surprise at the interior of the classroom and stood quite still as the chilly fog helped wake him up.
... What lesson was this anyway? He'd just followed his classmates down, and he couldn't be expected to remember his timetable off by heart now could he?
Looking around the classroom, he spotted Cutty signalling him over. He would have smiled had he had the energy to spare. Stifling a yawn, the eleven year old walked a little steadier and made his way to his Slytherin friend.
"'ey," he whispered, rubbing his eyes to rid them of sleep, "d'you know what lesson this is?"
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |