 Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
It was a particularly cold day, and the dark grey skies kept threatening to dump more snow on Ilvermorny's campus - so Ezra Wilson opted to just stay inside. In fact, he was going to skip class - which was usually not something he did. Today, though, he couldn't resist the urge to curl up in his Pukwudgie sweats and hoodie, with a blanket, and read some comics in the common room in front of a roaring fire. Maybe he'd even make himself a cup of cocoa as well.
This was his idea of a perfect day.
So, with his comic in hand, he plopped down (quite literally) one the cushiest couch in the place, pulled the blanket over himself, and curled up, opening up his comic to his current place in the story.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |