Tortola had been magnificent since he had taken the boyfriend for a getaway... but he had also gotten some good material, yes. So the many nodded as he grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. "It was a bit for pleasure and for work this one. Needed a break after Christmas. Me parents came into town and me little bruvver tagged along. Stressful." Not that his little brother was exactly little. Just younger than he was by about 5 years.
School things. This gained an eyebrow quirk from the writer, but not much else for the moment. He, instead, sipped his coffee and thought back to his days at Hogwarts. Sure it had been crazy... but none of the nonsense that seemed to have been happening there the past few years. And then he mentioned his daughter would be coming home and his brows nearly shot up to his hairline. "She doesn't go to Hogwarts, does she?" That was a frightening thought, really!
And now the coffee nearly shot from his nose when he mentioned youth writers night... "Jorge... no. Please don't make me participate in that. I really don't care for kids. Especially teenagers." |