 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been one of Henry's favorite classes. He liked most of the practical classes that allowed him to use magic, plus there was almost always some sort of fun game where they got to practice what they knew or something new.
He was a little uneasy about coming back to this class though, feeling like he faced his own dark arts whatever fairly recently, and wasn't sure what might come up in class that would remind him of what he tried to forget. He supposed that was part of why he initially decided to sit out the rest of dueling club for the year, though he was starting to regret that decision. He needed to find some way to get past this.. and.. for today, he would be fine. Henry plastered on a smile before he headed into the classroom. See? He was fine. Completely fine.
"Hello, Professor," he greeted Hirsch with as much mustered enthusiasm as he could as he walked past once he maneuvered through the maze of mats on the floor. Music boxes? That was... curious. Henry looked at the selections on the desk before picking up a soft blue box with gilded edges. The melody that began to play when he opened it was rather haunting but it was also the carousel horse inside that kept him transfixed for a moment. Distracted for now, he made his way to an empty spot on one of the mats to wait for class to begin.
__________________ 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 |