 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar was bored and that was probably the only reason he was here. He had never participated in the quiz bowl before, but he was running out of things to do in the overly crowded castle and was tired of studying, though it seemed as many others had the same idea. It was fairly crowded in here as well.
The entire premise of wrong answers got you points was a little odd for the Slytherin, but it seemed right on point for the Astronomy professor. She was fun and Gunnar appreciated her wicked sense of humor.
But even with the weird way this quiz bowl was being conducted, why was Slytherin in last place with zero points? Especially with Eloise, the queen of nonsense and wrong answers, seeming to represent their house? Like??? What even was a big chungus or a weeb? Ancient pop culture was not his thing for him to even have a clue and he continued to give her odd looks every time she said something bizarre.
Gunnar knew the answer to the next question, but that wasn't apparently how one played this game. Pausing for a moment to compile his answer in his head, he hit the buzzer for his team.
"It allows the drinker to see exactly five years into the future for precisely five minutes."
__________________ 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 |