 A Poop * k8 *
Nowell snooorted. "Paint?! ON ME? NO WAY!" he twirled around. "No gross, Thornton--" he stuck out his tongue and tilted his head to look closely at the thing Thornton was painting. Hmm.
Hmm.
HMMM.
"Your picture looks very NICE, Thorn!" he smiled and clapped appreciatively at his cousin. His entire family...they were all so good at the arts. Nowell LOVED it. He could even paint decently if he felt like...but he just didn't possess the patience for it.
ADELAAAAAAIDE! Nowell bounced towards his sister upon hearing her beautifully sing-song voice. "Well, I am EXCITED, Addie--" he beamed and rushed over to her, peering at her face in such an up close and personal way, sweeping his hand across her cheek gently. "You're certainly PINK, Adelaide--did you NOT wear sunscreen?! You'll get BURNT! And you know what happens when you get burnt-" Nowell shuddered dramatically...
"...You peel."
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |