 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
By the time Gunnar made it into the common room, it seemed like the pajama party was already in full swing. He didn't have pajamas on, but he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, which he figured was close enough.
Rather than announce his presence to a large group of people, the fourth year slipped in somewhat quietly as was a little more typical of him, and made his way towards the food. He could eat. He could always eat.
Gunnar loaded up a plate full of breakfast food and found himself a seat in the middle of where everyone else was. "Hey, everyone." That was sort of social, right? He could be social. Especially after he had a belly full of food.
__________________ 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 |