 Team Slytherin Painter urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Phillip, being Phillip, had seen the ice rink and gotten EXCITED. The idea of ice skating was great, and even more so if they were playing ice hockey. Why? Because they'd get to wear those hefty uniforms and growl and generally look terrifying. Sounded great, right?
What DIDN'T sound great was the idea of painting.
The Slytherin, who was just tying up his skates, stopped and STARED at the sound of the voice. Say WHAT NOW? There wasn't going to be an epic battle? No uniforms, no growling? Was he practising his angry growl for NO REASON?!
Disappointed. He was DIS. AH. POINTED!
The first year tapped his skates with his wand before holding onto a nearby railing to pull himself up. Was he steady on his feet? AHAHAHA, no! In fact, it felt as though Phillip was back in that one History of Magic lesson where he was standing on Hady's shoulders to grab the candy. But this time, he had no partner and he desperately NEEDED one, okay? Stat.
But he wasn't going to ask for one. Oh noooooooo! Instead, he was going to stand in the paint to indicate that he was ready and then look around him for any fellow Slytherins. There might have been an innocent, sad look upon the boy's face, simply because those things helped in these matters.
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