 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
It was difficult in some ways having such a high turnover rate for teachers at Hogwarts. With it being his fifth year, Gunnar was starting to feel the pressure of needing advice for his educational and professional future, even though he was still only fifteen, and he was at a bit of a loss on who to talk to.
There were so many new professors this year, two of them being ones that crossed his mind to talk to - namely his new head of house and the new CoMC professor. He also had the vague notion of talking to Sutton as Herbology very much pertained to his prospective interests, but it still struck him as odd that their old Divination professor was now teaching Herbology and he was having a hard time getting past that. Eh, maybe he'd just talk to all three and get their different perspectives.
But today he was going to speak to Cornish first, for no other reason than he was already outside and walking past....whatever this muggle contraption was that was apparently the man's office or living space or whatever. Looking around curiously a bit, he raised a tentative fist and knocked on the door.
__________________ 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 |