 A Poop * k8 *
Actually.....that was funny. Scottie was actually laughing. The return to an earlier joke...wow. Wow. His brother could be hilarious. He was slapping the bar-top. "Nice one, Logan. Nice." He nudged his twin and continued sipping his water, his stomach giving the loudest growl of all time O_O
Incompetent...maybe. Prat? Nah. "I mean....do they REALLY know you? Would they join you for coffee if you asked? Would they offer to help you out if you needed it? Would they...er, you know, bump a grade or two if you really needed it?" he asked softly. "Connections are important. We were BORN with two brilliant connections, Logan," their parents, "And...like...you can't blow it. Not that we should overuse it, but I mean like....we are set. We have everything we need to succeed...we have that privilege, you know? And you're completely squandering it," he shook his head and clicked his tongue.
Aaaaand it was time for another snort. "Right. "HOMEWORK". OKay." He put those words in air quotes. "It's time to get serious, Logan. If you ever want to be on our own and SUCCEED and stuff..." he gave him a shoulder pat. "And I'll have to tell dad I'm helping you else he'll wonder why you're coming round so much all the sudden. Plus..Emma has a big mouth," he shrugged. "Also....you can't let Emma graduate before you, mate." What a travesty that would be.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |