 :'3 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Curtis was here. He couldn't help smirking at the sight of the cats around. Considering the conversation he had at the feast, it was quite a coincidence to see these cats and kneazles. Isla could stop looking like she needed to pee. As for Curtis? He was a dog person, he was raised around dogs thanks to you know who. But cats were cool too, they didn't always bother you when you weren't in the mood to give pets. "Sup Professor." He was old, but didn't look as old as his parents to escape the cool ranks.
So where was Curtis going to sit, right by Chloe who he noticed was staring at the Professor. "So that's your type, huh?" He smirked. Taller with facial hair. He couldn't relate, but he was trying to grow some stubble. Trying be the key word.
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