 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
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That was it. That was how Drewett Gunter felt at this very moment. He was already busy trying to not fall on his face with these skates despite the stabilizing charms in place. He was, in hind sight, trying to prove Trolloise that he wouldn't look like a fool on skates. It was the last thing he needed at the moment, to be the center of any sort of attention. Falling on one's bum was definitely attention-grabbing and the fifth year tried his best to avoid any kind of attention-worthy situations.
But did his heart just skip a beat when he heard someone say 'tag, you're it'? Drewett did. He heard those words. He wasn't deaf. The Ravenclaw turned to look at whoever started the game of tag, only to realize it was their own professor who did. Professor Sandhu really was encouraging this, wasn't she? How very Gryffindor. Drewett enjoyed the woman and her lessons, but he just wasn't physically (and emotionally) fit to be part of this game.
And so Drewett was basically trying to stick to the walls the entire time. It had served him well for the first few 'rounds' since people were busy trying to tag the person in front of them. But when the Ravenclaw had to make a quick swerve around a pillar, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Wha—" He looked behind him at the person who had just tagged him.
Nina.
Nina, how could you?
PANIC PANIC PANIC. He didn't want to be tagged. Trolloise was probably having the time of her life seeing all this possibly turning into chaos, and so Drewett stretched an arm out to tap the person in front of him. Your turn. Not his. He didn't want to be "it" anymore. At all. Nope. Can the lesson be over?
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