 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar had been leaning against the wall at the back of the crowd, casually listening to all that MacKenzie was telling them about practices, jerseys, and lockers. Once he was done, he headed over to Slytherin box for his own jerseys, soon finding them in the pile.
Two. Number two. He was still rather annoyed that he had a different number this year than the one he wore last year and the year before. Five was a great number, it was his lucky number. But he supposed he'd get over it soon enough. He was still pleased that he had made the team yet again.
But at least he had the same locker as before, he noticed as he made his way into the boys locker room. He somehow took comfort in that familiarity as he started to put his jerseys and his personal equipment that he brought with him into his locker.
__________________ 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 |