 9 3/4 ticket holder / The SS Mentalist / Sherlock / The Master Of Everything / Josh + <3 = Ev
This Culloden man, Gareth had to admit, was not a bad one at all. At least he seemed to have an intelligence degree above of the many people in this school. Perhaps he could say he liked the Potions Master however he was sure that he didn't like the students at all. And it was not only because he had not befriended anyone yet or anyone tried to befriend him. It was simply because most of them were a tattletale, hostile bunch.
Hands in his pockets and his school bag dangling down his left shoulder, the Slytherin boy walked into the classroom with a careless expression and stopped by the washbasin. Oh...did people use this here? Did the kiddos use this? Ha!
Pretending to be washing his hands and actually washing them a bit, Gareth took out the tiny vial the wart growing kit potion out of his pocket as he acted like he was dying his hands on his robes then he quickly dumped the oily contents of the potion on the faucet. Now he dared people to try to wash their hands. Being done with it quickly in seconds, Gareth slipped the empty small vial back into his pocket and walked to get himself a seat at the back side of the classroom without greeting anyone.
__________________ Auror • YATIL_.________The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy...  ...but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him. |