 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
Oh......?
Hands full of sausages, Max looked from Natalie to Zachary ..... and then back to Natalie. And then he just shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, I'm alright." Because he wasn't bothered enough by whatever the drama was to have to ask. Drama wasn't his idea of fun.
Instead, he grabbed a plate and started neatly placing down the first layer of his monster sandwich.
"It's your fifth year, right?" He asked Patrick without even turning, too busy sammich assembling. "OWL year is rough. Good luck." He was gonna need it.
Not as much as Max was gonna need it though... because you know, NEWTs.
Something he definitely didn't wanna think about.
__________________
_____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup! |