 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
It smelled funny in here.
Henry wrinkled his nose a bit as he walked into the classroom, willing himself not to sneeze. What was going on in here? The fifteen year old had to accompany his mother to her yoga class once a couple years ago and this... this reminded him of it. The set-up, the candles, the perfumy aroma... he supposed he wouldn't mind some extra exercising, but he really didn't want to do anything weird today. He actually liked the consistency of numbers at a moment when everything else in his life seemed so confusing.
"Hello, Professor," he greeted with a typical wide smile and tried to determine which pillow he'd like to sit on.
Wait.
Was that a dog?
Henry loved dogs, okay? In fact, he still really wanted one for himself and he bounded right over to the puppy, even though there were a handful of younger students hanging around him too. The cushions on either side were already occupied, but Henry knelt down right in front of the dog and held his hand out in front of him. "Is this your dog, Professor? What's his name?" Henry thought he was pretty great already. And he'd find his own, unoccupied seat soon enough.
__________________ 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 |