 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
He had a rare free period and rather than spending it hidden in his bed with some books, Max decided to venture out. He hadn’t officially checked out the Prefect’s Bathroom yet and today was the day. It was one of the better perks of wearing this new badge and he wanted to make the most of it. Baths were GREAT…. and he’d heard rumours that this particular bath was practically the size of a pool.
Just as he rounded the corner into the Fifth-Floor corridor though, he heard the yelling. Peeves. That couldn't bode well.
He should’ve stayed in his bed.
Was it too late to turn around and pretend he hadn’t seen anything? Probably. Ughhh.
He marched his way over, careful not to get too close because ewww swamp water and ewwwww spitballs.
“What are you doing?” He addressed the misbehaving kid with a frown. This was wasting precious bath time. “There’s a rope there for a reason, you’re meant to stay on this side of it.”
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