 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
It was finally the end of term and while Carmine herself wasn't overly concerned about rushing home, it was clear every single one of the children were on edge and ready to go. She had company for the feast, her big black raven, Valetudo on her shoulder. He just was not comfortable being left in the house she was rooming at (with an elderly couple who were lovely but had two large dobermans that Valetudo could not abide). She had her eye on the Slytherins today: young Kaiser would not make good an escape on her watch, and she was keeping an eye on her son too, though as usual he was avoiding eye contact and shining into his seat in an attempt to avoid notice.
Teenagers, honestly.
__________________
love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope
be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you |