 Healer Reed, Skylar
Lachlan was already moving around to Valerie's feet, understanding the instructions clearly. Not moving her made sense, but at the same time being out here in the open allowed for unwelcomed attention. And unwanted help, as the Hogwartian Healer had just been attacked by one of his own students. The southerner stared up at girl clad in green, utterly surprised.
And she had been rewarded for it?
Rubbing at his face in confusion which knocked his glasses askew, the American boy felt beyond ready to make the journey home. Back to a place where things made a little more sense.
Turning his attention dutifully back to Valerie's feet, as his friend was more important than this absurd Healer, Lachlan carefully untied her shoes before slipping them both off. Following each with a bunched up, sweaty sock. Frankly, this was disgusting, but he wouldn't dare speak against it. Better he did it anyway, he'd convinced himself. "Lachlan Wheeler, sir." As he assumed the gentleman was requesting his name with the trailed off sentence from before. Southern mannerisms. It was something his grandmother did often when she was trying to be rude. However, he doubted this man had similar intentions. "Valerie is my housemate." And friend, and that was why he wasn't leaving her.
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.................................................. ..................Paradise comes at a price that I am not prepared to pay.
.................................................. ..........................................What were we built for? Will someone tell me, please? |