 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath was staring intently at the swelling granules on the desk in front of him when an unexpected voice distracted him. His dark head turned in the direction of the sound to find Islay smiling at him. “Thanks,” he said quietly, giving her a slight smile in return. When he looked at his potion again, it had turned to jelly. Had it been five minutes already? He’d lost track of time!
Heath retrieved a trash bag and began scooping up the mess. Once all of the jelly-like substance was gone, he neatly tied off the bag and set it aside. He applied a layer of soap to the area and picked up a cleaning rag, scrubbing vigorously. The area was already starting to smell a bit better! Was that clean enough? He eyed the patch in front of him. Good enough, he supposed.
Heath was busy toweling the now clean desk dry when Professor Noble dismissed the class. Scrambling to finish up, he gave the area one last pat down with the towel before heading to the sink to rinse out his cleaning cloth. After hanging it on the rack as instructed, he grabbed the trash bag and returned to his workstation to collect his school bag. He turned for the door with a respectful nod to the professor, depositing his trash bag beside the bin on his way out.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |