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Lost in his thoughts, Mordred was sat on one of the benches under a big tree, with a cup of hot muggle coffee in his hand. The dragonologist traced the rim of his cup with his finger, his eyes staring intently at the pond in front of him. He was feeling a bit...disappointed with himself. He thought he could go through and overcome his personal obstacles, but he just couldn't. He felt useless, and incredibly small.
Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped the dark liquid slowly, and cringed when it burned his tongue. "Merlin's bloody underpants..." he murmured to himself, and looked at his coffee cup with utter disgust. Even his coffee didn't taste good. It was bitter, much like how his life is slowly becoming.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |