A Poop * k8 *
That was enough to disrupt ANYTHING Paul might have been doing--which wasn't much, thankfully, right now--and so the man rushed to his door, threw it open, and eyed the boy with wide eyes. "....Brady..." he said softly. "Why-why do you SAY that?" he asked, shutting his office door behind him as he eyed the rows of flower chairs in his seating area. "Banging on my door like that...yes, you sound a liiiiiiittle nuts right now-" he pat the boy's shoulder. "Seriously, though...what's WRONG?"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |