A Poop * k8 *
Paul nodded at young Blaise. "I could use some help, yes, m'boy," he smiled. "All you have to do is pick up-----" And pick what exactly, Blaise would never know, for someone odd had happened.
It sounded like many tiny clicks at once, and Paul wondered what in the world it was? "No--Nothing at all--I'm very confused--you heard it, too, then?" he asked the Gryffindor. There was a Hufflepuff nearby looking baffled as heck as he stood outside a doorway, and then whatever Tenacius was doing, it didn't work properly, because there he went, falling on the ground dramatically, as Gryffindors did. "M'boy, are you okay?" he asked, blinking around a lot. He looked at Blaise, then at Kimi, and then back to Tenacius. He tried the same doorknob Tenacius had just tried and found it....locked. "Um. That's very......odd." Paul grabbed his wand. Should he try to unlock it? What if it was something dangerous? He gave the knob a few more jiggles, squinting curiously at the knob as if it had planned this itself. "KIMI--" he called out to the puffer. "Is your door locked, too?"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |