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emjay · 01-08-2019, 08:30 PM

Was this some sort of fever dream?

It was definitely too hot, Gunnar knew that much. And he already needed to loosen his tie mere seconds after walking into the Charms classroom and giving a polite, acknowledging nod to the professor.

But the next thing to catch his eye after he took his seat next to Alessandro was that there were two of his prefect looking at each other. No... not two... three...? Four???

"What is happening?" he questioned aloud, either to himself or the boy next to him or really anyone who could answer that. He wasn't completely sure. And that's what happened during fever dreams, right? You hallucinated?

Wiping off the beads of sweat already starting to form across his brow, he finally tore his eyes away from the multiple Maxes to see the directions on the board. He supposed he could do that, and he printed his name largely before folding the parchment into a table tent. He might have wondered about the liquid on his desk if he wasn't so distracted.

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Gunnar McCarthy

01-08-2019, 08:30 PM	#31 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Was this some sort of fever dream? It was definitely too hot, Gunnar knew that much. And he already needed to loosen his tie mere seconds after walking into the Charms classroom and giving a polite, acknowledging nod to the professor. But the next thing to catch his eye after he took his seat next to Alessandro was that there were two of his prefect looking at each other. No... not two... three...? Four??? "What is happening?" he questioned aloud, either to himself or the boy next to him or really anyone who could answer that. He wasn't completely sure. And that's what happened during fever dreams, right? You hallucinated? Wiping off the beads of sweat already starting to form across his brow, he finally tore his eyes away from the multiple Maxes to see the directions on the board. He supposed he could do that, and he printed his name largely before folding the parchment into a table tent. He might have wondered about the liquid on his desk if he wasn't so distracted. Quote: Gunnar McCarthy __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line