 Stelaxjócaslan (I moved us on!) connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
He’d needed to pee BEFORE the whole screeching fiasco. He didn’t need to pee because he was SCARED or anything. Don’t be ridiculous. Haaaaah. Okay, so the whole ordeal didn’t really help things in the bladder department, but obviously he was never going to admit that.
He was the oldest one in the group. He was the a student leader… The Slytherin Prefect. These youngsters obviously looked up to him.
Hah.
Once more, Max pretended to act oblivious when Caolan shoved an oar his way. There was no point of him contributing a bit of muscle, okay? He didn’t HAVE any. And anyways, whatever path they’d taken had apparently got them where they needed to go. Land, FINALLY.
Without a second glance, Max stumbled from the boat and continued his fidgety needtopee dance as the Headmaster rambled on and on and on for what felt like forever.
He was hoping that was it... end of class. But then he spotted all the lanterns creeping their way.
UGHHHHsfskjdfs
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