 for Valencia Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
The whole fiasco at the Feast was slowly being put behind him. Mark was beginning to feel calm cool and collected. Nothing would startle him for the rest of the term that was for sure. Heck, he could probably go and stop by the Headmaster's office without anyone making a fuse about it at him for being the Headmaster's pet. For the most part, it seemed everyone was under the impression that half the school drank the spiked Pumpkin Juice. Only that no one knew who.
Yeah, no.
He'll still probably need another month before he can try to visit the Headmaster casually.
Anyways, Mark was more interested in getting back to reading the books at Professor Stewart's Library of books she left for only the flock. The young Ravenclaw stood on his tip-toes and looked over some books one shelf still too high for him to properly see without standing on his toes.
When will his growth-spurt happen? It's gotta be soon right? |