 ★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry
Timmy slid into the office, eyes gazing around. She had never been in here. She usually sent Brian while the blonde wandered off and couldn't meet up with her friend later. Well, at least it looked cozy in here and all. Shifting her weight on either foot, Timmy only tried to think about what her detention would be like. Maybe it was writing lines until her fingers fell off and she'd have to use them in her next potions class.
Maybe something like that.
__________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break;
Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface; |