 Ro and the quill thief Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Blaise loved all his quills equally--'least that's what he'd had to be telling himself of late. Anything to keep himself from sulking over the lost one; his favourite.
The boy walked into the Great Hall, humming the school song like the sign said to do on Saturdays and watched the blue quill scribbling on the notepad floating by him. Blue was okay and so was red and yellow and purple and orange and pink and black and gray but none of them were his GREEN quill. After taking most of his notes with that particular quill, it was taking some time to get use to the blue in his peripheral vision where he used to see green. Worst of it all was that the majority of notes he'd taken since the end of summer coming into the first week of school were all in THAT notepad that went missing with the quill. All those embellished memories...gone...just like that.
Mari said his friend had taken it but she didn't know what friend and HE didn't know what friend making it no friend of his. Blaise stopped just after the large double doors, trying to figure where he would sit for his lunch. Had to be by interesting people so his quill could make them MOAR interesting. They could thank him later if they weren't the sort to try ripping up his notepad when they found out. Some older girls were just plain vicious.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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