 He's literally talking to everyone lol Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
He. Was. B A C K.
Hellooooooo Hogwarts. Kodee Chosen strut into the Great Hall with all the confidence in the world. He'd gotten his girlfriend back. He was no longer doing to the Ministry every day. He was not sharing a bench with snotty French kids he wanted nothing more than to deck when ole Desmarais wasn't looking. It was going to be a good final year.
The 7th Year walked over to his table, sparing a glance around to see if he could spot any of his friends before plopping down right next to that little spitfire (Phoebe James). That one had spunk.
It took the boy all of one glance up at the docile staff table and another at the calm of his own table (one Prefect was sleeping already, she wasn't wrong) before he decided he'd had enough as well. That decided, Kodee eased up onto his knees so he could lean across the table facing the lot of them. "Right, this was fun." Not. Kodee adjusted onto his elbows, looking them each in the eyes. "We don't have much time before the Firsties start pouring over here in numbers. We need something big. Somethin' that'll make sure they don't sleep tonight. I'm up for suggestions. Outlandish is okay. Outright lies encouraged. We need a good story, get them on their toes the very first night then when they can't sleep later--." He paused to look both Prefect over. "You might wanna stop listening for a sec."
Just saying.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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