 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
What everyone needed right now, was someone to swoop in and save the day. Someone to be the hero.
Instead, they got Mitchell Barlow.
He was on his way to speak to Finneas about possibly acquiring one of those nifty fidget spinners when he heard the commotion. He wasn’t normally one to run towards danger but he was a curious fellow and so here he was.
The sight that befell him was a peculiar one indeed. Had Rasting been having a nap on the floor?? Why was Sinclair hovering on one foot like some kind of flamingo?? And Finneas????? Was this a new yoga pose?????? It looked uncomfortable.
Mitchell strode towards the group and that’s when it happened. The sticking charm claimed him too. In his attempts to take another step forward, his foot slipped right out of his loose shoe which resulted in one holey, mustard coloured sock being stuck on the corridor floor instead.
“Well this is an almighty pickle isn’t it?” He chimed bemusedly. “Don’t worry, I’ll have us free in a jiffy.”
Except maybe he wouldn’t. Because after a quick pat down, well... it would seem he had misplaced his wand.
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