 A Poop * k8 *
Don't think so much.
Right.
That was much easier for Logan to say. Scottie just snorted. "I can't help thinking. My brain naturally does it," he shot his brother a look. "You should work on your brain's ability to do that, bro. Might help you out of sticky situations...OR...better yet, hinder you from getting INTO them," he smirked and was glad when he was handed a water and sipped from the glass. Unfortunately, the water was lukewarm, and Scottie, being quite used to being coddled, was annoyed by it, but he didn't say much. Whatever. Water was water, he supposed. "I'll have the bangers and mash," he told the barkeep simply. "Thanks."
And no, he did NOT offer to pay because after all the crap Logan had just pulled? He owed Scottie. Big time.
Scott just raised an eyebrow. "A tutor? How bad are they?" The grades, he meant. "I could always help....." unless he required a LOT of it. "I applied for a couple of jobs and...I'm waiting to hear back from them. Hopefully I can schedule some interviews." So...that meant he was busy, Logan, and only available to tutor a LITTLE BIT.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |