 Here the whooole time *drags reluctant child along* Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
He was stuffed. It wasn't even a joke. 10 am was late for Breakfast. By then he'd already gotten an elf to sneak him food then he came HERE and ate more food. It was all over for his little stomach now--or it had been until the little spectacle with the animals that gave him time to just sit there and watch. Now he could actually walk; NOW he could participate in the race!
Blaise hopped up from the table and hurried along behind his housemates. Didn't matter what they were racing, Blaise was all in and ready to go.
The Young Gryffindor looked over at the bushes as the Headmaster spoke. They were gonna make one into a lion then it was going to win. Got it. The little boy looked around curiously. Where were the instruments for them to get these things trimmed down?
"Where are the snippers?" He asked aloud. Surely someone knew. How ELSE would they get these things into the right shape?
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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