 Open! ^^ ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Ink was messy.
INK WAS MESSY.
"DIE, INK. DIE." There was a third year at a sink, a third year with a wish. A Ravenclaw with a mission. An intention. A dedication. To kill the ink that had betrayed him.
The ink that had stained his leg and his UNDERWEAR.
His poor pants. Or boxers, as he was now wearing because thirteen year olds were almost adults and required them. No, he wasn't just chilling with his clothes at his ankles. He had used a cubicle to remove them and place his trousers back on and was now just scrubbing with FURY at the fabric.
And no. He wouldn't use magic.
HE WAS TOO ANGRY, TOO UPSET, TOO FURIOUS TO USE MAGIC.
DIE INK. "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."
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