 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Dear Quigley,
9am was too freaking early to start a lesson.
Yours sincerely, so freaking tired, man.
Grumbling about the time and with a piece of toast in his hand, Grayson made his way outside. Merlin knew why they were out here instead of in the classroom but he wasn't gonna question it. Four years at Hogwarts had taught him that much. So, he was just gonna munch on his slice of toast, mkay? The slice of toast that he hadn't gotten the chance to finish in the Great Hall unless he wanted to be late.
Cue more grumbling from the seventh year.
The bright side? His sleepiness seemed to be fading away. Maybe it was because of the air or because he had food in his hands. Eh. He wasn't gonna complain anytime soon. Just munch away as he made his way towards the bridge, where Quigley and the rest of the class were stood.
And Quigley? Seemed to be a little too interested in the ditch below. At least, according to Grayson, who immediately started coming up with his own theories. Either the dude was gonna use the ditch for their lesson or he was planning on chucking the lot in there. There was no in between.
Stuffing the rest of his toast in his mouth, Grayson munched as quickly as possible, swallowed, and said, "Heeeeeey, Professor." 'Sup nods for you.
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