A Poop * k8 *
Aboli, as was usual, had her schedule in her dorm.
Ah, Muggle Studies today. Right right right. It was time to see Professor Schmoe again. The fifth year made her way up to the classroom (after almost getting lost but she'd written on her arm where the classroom was earlier) and so...made it on time.
Actually, more than on time. She was one of the first to arrive. Whoooaaah! Were they gonna swim today?! Aboli BEAMED and greeted Professor S with the cheeeeriest of voices. "ELLO PROFESSOR." She then slipped her shoes and socks off, and with toenails the color of plum (thank GOD she kept them painted and her feet in good condition) she stepped into the pool. "You should have warned us. Some people have gnarly feet, you know," she chuckled in an amused sorta way.
WHO WOULD HAVE THE GROSSEST FEET? Aboli couldn't wait to see.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |