 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Holding onto the stick of the school broom, Brynn stood quietly amidst all the other first years as she waited for class to begin, her eyes trained on the adult in the group - Professor Tyner. The redhead was still slightly nervous, though not as terrified as the first time she had come out here with Mo-Marcus and the rest of the Ravenclaws. That was actually the first time she had ever even been on a broom, her mother never even letting her try since she really couldn't herself. But she had done it once and now that there was a class, she decided she could do with more instruction.
She listened carefully as the woman began to speak and nodded a little to convey her understanding. Get in a line.. right. Brynn hung back for a moment, watching a couple of the others in her year begin to form a line, then she wandered over behind them at the end of the line. Alright.. now what? She turned to look at Tyner again, waiting to see what to do.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |