 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Why was the professor acting so off today? It was slightly alarming to Henry when adults acted so strangely, especially when they were meant to be in charge. He watched carefully for a moment from his seat as he periodically jotted something down in his notes. He didn't know the names of any spell inventors off-hand and he wasn't all that inclined to go searching through his book. Not when there were plenty of others eager to answer.
He inwardly groaned when he heard the reason for the progression of questions. Was it going to be a purely theoretical class today? Those happened to be his least favorite, especially in a class that he normally was excited about like Charms. The fifteen year old did enjoy learning new spells and practicing old ones until he got really good at them. But talking about them and theorizing about them wasn't nearly as much fun.
Wait... they'd be creating their own spells? Henry shot the professor a skeptical look. Was there really a spell still yet to be invented? And wasn't that usually done by someone with really advanced knowledge, such as not a student? It'd be cool if they really could though...
__________________ 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 |