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Wood'sLittleFlower · 06-07-2020, 03:09 AM

It had been an eventful morning.

Eleven year old Finn Quentin had awoken to someone else laying in his bed. Sharing had always been something he prided himself on. However, this other person wasn't completely whole; ghostly, you might say. This fright resulted in a rather loud shriek, a lot of tears and fleeing.

It had been early enough in the morning that he hadn't run into many other students as he escaped the scene of his dorm room. He was still dressed in his comfy striped gray and white pajamas a small duckling plush clutched tightly under his arms, squished up against his chest as he escaped into the broom cupboard. He was too tired (and his vision too blurred from tears) to keep running. Plus? His mummy had been on the quidditch team and this felt close enough to being with her.

He sniffled loudly as he tried to stifle his sobs.

Really, it was more than just the fright of the ghost student in his bed that caused all the commotion. Homesickness and the storm was presently eating at his insides.

Was it dusty in here?

06-07-2020, 03:09 AM	#11 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower DMLE & DMAC Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,953 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Third Year	Ern's Walmart Greeter It had been an eventful morning. Eleven year old Finn Quentin had awoken to someone else laying in his bed. Sharing had always been something he prided himself on. However, this other person wasn't completely whole; ghostly, you might say. This fright resulted in a rather loud shriek, a lot of tears and fleeing. It had been early enough in the morning that he hadn't run into many other students as he escaped the scene of his dorm room. He was still dressed in his comfy striped gray and white pajamas a small duckling plush clutched tightly under his arms, squished up against his chest as he escaped into the broom cupboard. He was too tired (and his vision too blurred from tears) to keep running. Plus? His mummy had been on the quidditch team and this felt close enough to being with her. He sniffled loudly as he tried to stifle his sobs. Really, it was more than just the fright of the ghost student in his bed that caused all the commotion. Homesickness and the storm was presently eating at his insides. Was it dusty in here? __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e