 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
It was cold outside so Henry jogged his way down towards the professor's hut for CoMC class. It helped get his blood pumping and warmed him up enough until he reached the fire pit which was sure to keep him toasty during class.
"Good afternoon, Professor!" He greeted the man cheerfully before slipping into one of the camp chairs and leaning closer to the fire. Was that hot chocolate that Wayland was drinking? He found himself wishing that he had brought enough for the class, but Henry made a mental note to get some after class.
__________________ 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 |