 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Henry had spent much of the class writing notes with one hand while he absent-mindedly rolled the clay on his desk with the other. As talk turned to molding the clay into creatures, the fourth year glanced down at his clay. All the rolling just turned it into a ball. Probably not much of a Golem... though it made him think of turning his clay into that creature from the Lord of the Rings. The name sounded the same, even if he was sure it wasn't the same. But he really couldn't get that thought out of his head.
And so they were moving on to the practical portion of the lesson in another room. Grabbing his notes and wand, Henry got up and followed the rest of the students out the door. He did wonder what they'd be doing next, but he almost always preferred the practical portion.
__________________ 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 |