 Bre and anyone else that wants to play! a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
Haraldur glanced around him, over his right shoulder and over his left shoulder before slowly inching closer to professor Canterbury's storeroom.
As everyone knew, the arrival of the americans was all fun and games until you actually had to keep the Ilvermorny kids away from the legendary Forbidden Forest. That wasn't an easy task, mind you. He would have asked permission from professor Canterbury if he had more free time, as it was, he didn't.
"Miss Canterbury, I'm borrowing some dragon eggs. Any objection? No? Well then." Wasn't his fault that she might be in her office or in the great hall. Technically he'd asked permission.
The 65 year old man found himself breaking into a locked store room. A store room belonging to one of his colleagues. Merlin. He'd be quick. Locate the dragon eggs, take some and return to the hut. Quick, quick, quick!
"Dragon eggs, dragon eggs..." He searched the shelves before finally locating them. "Ah... There you are... And you're locked away. Of course you are." Now what? Crush the window?
Yeah, he'd crush the window.
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