 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Mark was rather hungry. He was already so close to the Kitchen when suddenly Headmaster Trent's voice boomed through the Hall that everyone must come to Courtyard through his demand...or suggestion? The voice was loud enough to seem authoritative but also it thanked them at the end of it. So really it could have gone either way.
He was also sporting some really thick and bushy chest hairs? Mark was a man now! He was gonna show it off too. though the spot itched quite a lot. The young Ravenclaw kept his tie loose and a few shirt buttons undone so that a patch of that chest hair was predominantly displayed.
He scurried into the growing crowd of other students in the courtyard. Looking around to see if maybe he might spot his sister, or Gunnar or Chloe. Maybe was Luke here?
Did he mention that he was very hungry?
Mark stood at a distance in the crowd of students. He would probably be safer if he stood closer to some of the older students. But not a certain particular older student. No one's he could trust.
He spotted the Head Boy. Derfael was his name. The Hufflepuff with impressive jawbones. Don't ask that was just the most defined feature he could point out about him.
He moved in closer to the Head Boy and stood just behind him. He scratched at the patch of chest hair that was getting bothersome now then felt his stomach rumble. he looked toward the head boys robes. Grabbing at the back of them Mark lifted them up toward his mouth and stuffed some it into his mouth and started to chew on it. This had to be good Hogwarts Robes seemed to be the most wanted delicacy in Hogwarts to him at this very moment and Mark couldn't pass up this chance.
Chew chew chew
on the Head Boy's Robe.
Nom Nom Nom.
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