 A Poop * k8 *
Scottie would CONTEST that opinion to the extreme because to him, the dramatic one was Logan. HE WAS THE ONE WITH HIS HEAD ON THE FLIPPIN BAR.
"I'm glad I'm not your mum," he mumbled as his bangers and mash arrived, grabbing a cruddy fork and stabbing his lamb sausage aggressively. "I actually wouldn't mind that at all," he shrugged. "Just gotta' make my way up there first." Hmph. "And if I talk so much and it IRKS you that much, then you can always find another tutor," more annoyed mumbling from Scottie here.
LADIES? "What about like..helping those in trouble? I don't want action...any kind of action," he met his brother's gaze. "That isn't important to me. Career first. Social life later." He just couldn't disappoint his dad. His entire LIFE....had led up to him joining the MLE. "Is that the only reason you wanna' join...them? Because of the ladies and the...action? Because if so, you might as well give up that dream now. They'll deny you a position the instant you apply," he shrugged, biting into a sausage more fiercely than necessary.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |