A Poop * k8 *
GAH.
Paul, nearly having a panic-freakout-thing right now, quickly waved his wand a thick, woolen blanket suddenly engulfed the boy. Zelda was barking insanely, jumping all around and clearly picking up that something was wrong. Paul waved his wand again and levitated the boy, not wanting to pick him up and not be able to carry him. While Jaemin was small..Paul was old. And he didn't want to slip in the snow and send the boy into a worse off predicament than he was currently in...and so...TO THE CASTLE.
He unhooked Zelda's leash from her collar. "Zelda, home," he nodded in the direction of the Greenhouses, and the dog took off in that direction. He hoped a certain....MALE DOG wasn't wandering about and therefore DISTRACTING Zelda from doing what Paul told her to /do/.
Well...to the warmth, then. Paul was torn between sending a patronus ahead of him or just...well he didn't know WHAT to do with Jaemin.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |