 Team Orange Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Henry had heard about Mr. B's broom and he was very upset thinking about it. He couldn't imagine something terrible happening to his own treasured broom and he could definitely sympathize. In fact, he had taken protective measures ever since the first of the dorms had been broken into. But he was glad that didn't mean they wouldn't be flying in class today.
He wondered if they'd be playing Quodpot though. It seemed like they might be, considering the line of questions. It certainly was no Quidditch, but he did like games, especially if they were played on a broom, so he was kind of eager for it. He didn't know the rules or gameplay so well, but he figured he'd pick that up easily enough.
It didn't matter to the Head Boy which team he was on, so he closed his eyes once he walked over to Mr. B and randomly reached for a ribbon. Orange, he noticed, once he opened his eyes again. He tied that to the end of his broom and then grabbed another of the same color to tie at the tail. Looking around, he waited to see who'd be joining him on the orange team.
__________________ 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 |