 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
September first ended with a hazy pink and yellow, strawberries and bananas mood. He was going to marry the love of his life Max Something Last Name, he had seven wonderful years at Hogwarts to look forward to WITH Max and he'd been sorted into HUFFLEPUFF the house of his dreams. Ronan Emery Wallace went to bed assured, content - snuggled with his love - the happiest any eleven year old could possibly be.
At roughly two am, the potion wore off. Ronan's eyes remained closed, for he was a champion of deep sleep.
At seven am, the time to get up to not be late for their first class ever, Ronan stirred. And immediately he felt that three things were very very wrong: 1. this was NOT his room. 2. His head and his stomach were KILLING him. 3. Perhaps most importantly, he was face to face with...................... a stranger.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING-" Ronan LEAPED from his bed, hair disheveled and breath smelling of dead rat, horrified at this INTRUDER IN HIS BED and IN PAIN and groggy as he tried to... remember. WHAT'S HAPPENING WHERE IS HE WHO IS THAT WHY IS THE FLOOR SO COLD WHY IS EVERYTHING YELLOW WHERE IS MUM???????????
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |