 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Okay, what? Morgan was SURE that Williamson would have chided that first year girl for suggesting that it was okay to keep a dangerous creature as long as you didn't tell anyone about it. Because wasn't that what adults did? Made sure kids were following the rules? If he knew he was going to be that lenient this year, maybe he would have pushed for getting a kneazle from his parents instead of a rule-abiding cat. And he was sure none of his dormmates would have ratted him out.
And also? Williamson was lucky that Morgan liked CoMC because night classes were not where it was at. That was his time not school time. But he wasn't too bitter about that or the kneazle sitch. Schnitzel was a cool cat, after all, and he wouldn't trade him for the fiercest kneazle now.
Anyway, what was the question?
Morgan had gotten a little distracted in his thoughts, but the answers of his classmates eventually snapped him out of that. Right. Trolls. He didn't know too much about trolls because they weren't as exciting as dragons or as fun as jarveys, but he raised his hand. Until that older girl in his house said exactly what he was going to say - they were dumb and you could outsmart them. Nevermind.
"Why do you need to handle them though?" he said anyway, not really having another answer. "Couldn't you just leave them alone?" Especially if they were big and dumb and smelly and mean.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
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