A Poop * k8 *
Paul needed a pedicure! He had very well groomed feet, thank you very much, but he had not polished his toes in foreeeeeeever. Literal years. And soooo when Derfael very graciously asked him to join their little shindig, he of course accepted. it would be very relaxing, wouldn't it?
Three students, and elf, and a professor. What a party. Ha!
Professor Myers graced Hufflepuff with his presence, his deep blue robes (ahem, silk) billowing behind him as he entered the common room. No poncho, but looking quite regal as he took a seat. "Hello, all. Hello, Tinka," he bowed his head to the elf. He was a little confused though because Derfael had said a pedicure party and there were foot casts??? What ever FOR? He cleared his throat. "If you could explain what we're doing, Derfael?" he asked as he slipped off his loafer!slippers.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |