 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar was exceptionally grouchy when he walked into the tea shop for class today. He knew everyone was simply doing their best but honestly the situation was terrible. If he didn't think it could get any more crowded with doubling up dorms, he only had to wait until trying to fit an entire school at the Three Broomsticks. Personal space was a precious commodity.
But he put on a polite smile as he greeted the professor with a hello and turned to find a seat. He enjoyed Ancient Runes and maybe stretching out a bit in a new location would put him in a better mood. The Slytherin found an empty table and sat down, glancing at the tin of runic cookies in front of him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
__________________ 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 |