From Paul's office! A Poop * k8 *
And they were here. After tickling the pear, Paul had hauled his BEHIND down to the common room and....yes.
Yes.
YES, the tables and chairs and EVERYTHING....on the ceiling. "Merlin's SOCKS--" he gasped. "How in the WORLD...."
O_O
He took his wand from his pocket and squinted at the ceiling. He didn't want to...hurt anyone. What if all the furniture fell to the ground once he started prodding with magic? That would be the worst outcome! Paul would never be able to live with himself if he hurt any his students! "And you two say...you...don't have any idea who did this?"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |