 Arts TRANSPONSTER!
Merlin's beard. Merlin's socks. Merlin's snaggly tooth. Merlin's EVERYTHING.
What a flipping year. Matt was done.
His last entrance to the Great Hall wasn't exactly as LOUD as usual because those last few weeks had taken the toll on him aaaaand he was just ready to go home and sleep for a month. And he'd better have passed all of his NEWTs with flying colours. He couldn't take anything less than an EE, so fried brain alert.
If he could've rolled his way into the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor table, he would have. That would've been a little too painful, however, seeing that he was coming all the way from the Gryffindor Common Room. SO. He walked.
Wow, where had his energy gone? He simply gave everyone he knew a lazy wave as he passed them, plopping down on a random seat and grabbing his cutlery, hitting it repeatedly on the table in front of him.
HE WAS READY FOR FOOD. PLEASE. Come on, Headmistress, he knew you also just wanted out of the Castle already. |