05-08-2015, 01:19 PM
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Pogrebin
Join Date: May 2009 Location: London
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11
| urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse SWAGGITY SWAG, GUESS WHO'S HERE TO BRAG.
And to go to class. Yeah, whatever.
Speaking of class, Grayson was here. He'd walked aaaaaaaaaall the way up here from the dungeons, which wasn't an easy feat. Who needed exercise when the stairs were about as likeable as homework and studying and FREAKING LACK OF WIFI. What in the name of Merlin was THAT about?!
ANYWAYS. The Slytherin walked into the classroom, ready to greet Flammy with a YOOOOOOO but......... he wasn't here. Just a buncha students doing their own thing because what else are students gonna do when a professor wasn't here? Did he have a suit emergency or what? Why was he running late? Unless he wasn't. Unless someone had had enough of his rock business and decided to off him.
Anything was possible at Hogwarts.
Shrugging, the seventh year headed over towards a seat and sat down. It was only then that his eyes found the notice, which made him look down at his parchment and take out his writing equipment. Scribble scribble.......... Quote: Grayson Douglas Handsome Whitlock
Seventh Year There. Done.
If Flamsteed wasn't here in fifteen minutes, dude was leaving. Tick tock, Flammy.
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