A Poop * k8 *
To Paul's absolute EMBARRASSMENT, like half of Hufflepuff house WOKE UP. Not really, Paul's a drama llama BUT STILL. "Yes yes, everyone, I am FINE!" he said with a deep breath, and he heaaaaaaved himself upward once more. "Thank you," he said to Isa and Juliette, since they said they liked his slippers! "A friend gave to them to me..." he chuckled. "Chihuahua is a funny word, isn't it?" he asked gently. "Well...since...all of you are awake...eat up if you're hungry! I was trying to surprise you all...so when you did wake up you'd have a lovely breakfast waiting here but...it seems my clumsiness ruined that," he sighed. "I apologize if I woke anyone up!"
There was Juliette, Etta, Derf (who looked like someone had just thrown a flaming, possessed waffled at his face), Lizzie, Isa, and Kat were all here. OH, and Henry. "Good morning, everyone!" he sighed and took a plain waffle for himself, taking a bite out of it just as is. Who needed syrup when you were starving O___O
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |