 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
"Good morning, Professor," Gunnar greeted the woman politely as he entered the Ancient Runes classroom. And no, he did not yet remember her name being the first class of the first day. Three different teachers for the same subject in three years made it difficult to keep track, and he half wondered if he should even commit this one to memory.
But his attention was soon drawn to the cowboy boot and the person in front of him trying it on before it shouted out a serious of letters. What was this? As he was instructed to take his turn, the fifteen year old stepped up to the stool, took off his own shoe, and stepped into the boot. Hopefully the professor knew the value of sanitation charms because he knew how sweaty his own feet could get after a good run. And, although he was freshly showered, he didn't have faith in everyone else in this room. Everyone else who had their own feet in this boot.
"ISTJ!" the boot shouted out suddenly from a mouth shaped hole in it's sole. What did that mean? It didn't spell any word that he could pronounce at least.
Gunnar removed the boot from his foot and replaced it with his own shoe once he put it back on the stool. And, even though it was new term, he took a seat at the desk where he usually last year, soon pulling out all of his runic supplies. A quick glance at the board reminded him to write out those letters on his parchment - ISTJ. Also, what did MBTI mean?
__________________ 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 |