 Owen Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Even if it was rather chilly this December day, Henry wasn't too bothered with the cold. He had already gotten his morning run in which always warmed him up. It was, of course, more difficult to get up on the colder days, but he managed to push himself to do it. And it did help him feel more awake when he went to class.
Stepping into the History of Magic classroom, he first spotted the professor and gave her a smile before reaching for a chocolate frog from her desk. "Hi, Professor Newton. Thanks for the sweets." Even if History of Magic wasn't his favorite subject, a class with snacks was almost always welcome.
As he turned to look for a seat, Henry spotted several of his friends already seated and he gave a few grins and nods as he walked through the room. Dropping his things onto the table furthest from everything, he took a seat with Owen at his table. "Hey!" he gave his friend one of his usual cheerful grin. "Why so far away?" Not that he was complaining, just curious. A seat further away might be less noticeable if he got distracted from taking notes, which was likely in a class like this anyway. "Maybe we should get one of those Quick Quotes Quills to take notes in here," he mentioned to Owen as he heard some talk about them.
Pulling at the packaging of his candy, he waited for class to begin. Was it him or did Owen look sorta grouchy?
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |