 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar certainly wasn't going to be dancing or singing around the fire, but he could walk around it. He wasn't completely averse to class activities, just the ones that seemed to border on public humiliation.
He took his parchment and quill with him as he walked. The fifteen year old was unsure if he was meant to be casting shadows and then reading them, or doing both at the same time. And as the latter thought seemed to be a time-saver, he opted for that one.
His eyes sweeping the ground in front of him, Gunnar tried to discern the shadows of his classmates, most of them walking in front of him, some dancing past him. That shadow was... lengthening? No... bending towards the right. He didn't remember what it meant, but he'd look up the meanings later. For now he'd just note the shadows on his parchment.
__________________ 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 |