 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
"Morning, Professor!" Morgan greeted her cheerfully on his way into the classroom. He did not particularly like History of Magic as it was normally one of those classes that left him zoning out and distracted - well, to be fair there were a number of classes in which he was distracted, so maybe that was more a Morgan thing than a class thing. But he was still a friendly kid and wasn't going to take it out the professor. It wasn't HER fault that she had to teach something boring. It was just one of those things you had to do when you were an adult, he guessed.
But she did make one mistake and it was that she opened the windows on such a nice day. Of course Morgan took a seat neat one of those windows and directed his attention outside. What a crime it was to have to be in class when it was this nice out! All the things they could do... "Professor, we should have class outside!" he very helpfully suggested from his seat. "Y'know, before the weather gets bad.." Which he was sure would be very soon. And certainly there were many relevant topics that they could study outside? Not that being outside would distract the Gryffindor any further... nope, not him.
And he was just about to get his things out to be prepared for class, when something else caught his eye. "What is that?" he asked out loud to no one as his eyes tried to follow the scurrying thing on the floor. Scurry over here so he could grab it.
__________________ 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 |