A Poop * k8 *
Jaemin....SONG. WHY WERE YOU RUNNING. DID YOU KNOW THAT PAUL MYERS WAS AN OLDER FELLOW AND NOT ABLE TO RUN AS QUICKLY. OR AS LONG OF DISTANCES.
He huffed and puffed his way up the stairs, taking a slight break but continuing on once he realized the boy was STILL. BLOODY. RUNNING.
Paul followed the boy right into Hirsch's seating area, and he was bent over, clutching his knees, panting too hard to be able to ask Jaemin anything. But when he finally could, "Ja-JAEM-MIN-----"
THE BOY WAS OFF AGAIN.
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Paul SIGHED DRAMATICALLY. "M'BOY WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME--" he glanced at Roderik. "Come on---we have to follow him--he seems driven by MADNESS--" and he began to run......ish, after him.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |