 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Maybe it was the fact that the term was ending and the Americans were leaving. Maybe it was him being a table or two away from Mel. Maybe it was the aligning of the non-existent stars up above that distracted Kirk from most the feast. So they lost the house cup again, which didn't bother him as much surprisingly. Slytherin didn't win either, which didn't bug him either. This term went pretty well for him, nothing endangered his life this year so he was in his usually mellow Kirky-self.
He still had a few more things left to pack once he was allowed to return to his dorm. Plus a few deliveries to make once their Headmistress Hawkthorn made her speech. So with that, Kirk resigned to leaning his back against the table again his knuckles intertwined behind his head as he stared up at the enchanted ceiling again. It was dark and partially cloudy once the remnants of all the red banners took his eyes could focus on it. This was nice, with all the extra whispers from his other seatmates going on in the background.
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