 A Poop * k8 *
Nowell couldn't help but feel a bit ...out of the loop when Adelaide and Thornton were together. He knew they were closer, and he knew they told each other things they didn't care to disclose with him. He didn't like it ONE BIT...but he wasn't about to say anything just yet.
"Adelaide--you should go get the salve this instant!" He cried dramatically. "Do you want me to fetch it for you? I'm quicker!" he chirped as he put his feet in first position...his arms at his waist, held in a certain elegant way. MHMM. Ballerina...? That was a feminine ending. Nowell wondered if it was meant to be ballerinO or something.
Edible...paints? Nowell made a scrunched up face. "...Why would anyone want to eat PAINT? That sounds appalling--Merlin, Thornton--what kind of friends do you HAVE?" edible PAINT. Barbaric, that was. Nowell thought paint belonged on paper and assorted buildings and pretty much nowhere else. Too messy, too...blegh.
"I put on sunscreen already because I care about my skin and looking fresh when people arrive." He was teasing his sister, smirking as he moved into second position with ease and grace.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |