*ahem* A Poop * k8 *
Eden had a little wrapped box. It was a white box, wrapped with a pretty blue ribbon, and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet as soon as she got to the little area outside of his office.
TO knock...or not to knock. That was the question. She did so, a little SMALL knock, and then stepped back and waited on one of the little chairs. If he was busy--well--she'd have fun sitting here with his GIFT.
Eden McGee was NOT a brown-noser.
She wasn't.
But Professor Quigley...did like apples, right?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |