 hi, we want to play too Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
After grabbing a quick snack from the kitchens, Gunnar was heading for his dorm. He had a bunch of homework to finish after a full day of classes, though he briefly thought about taking a quick nap before tackling the rest of the things he had to do today. But there seemed to be quite the crowd blocking his way in the dungeon corridor.
"Can we move it along?" he asked the crowd of students as he tried to maneuver his way through, until he saw the old man with the long beard. He looked... familiar. But out of place at the same time.
"What's going on here?" The curiosity was evident in his voice. The crowd, the man... did he look like Salazar Slytherin? Gunnar would recognize him from his portrait, but someone was taking Halloween a little too seriously. That holiday was so dumb.
__________________ 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 |