 for Schmoey or whomever <3 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
He had so much marking to do. So, so much. All Williamson wanted was a post-dinner nap, but here he was, stuck in the castle, settling into his favorite armchair by the fire, with a stack of essays on his lap.
He wiggled into the chair with a grunt, remembering something he'd forgotten he had in his pocket until it squeaked. "Out you get, Punkin," he mumbled, digging the orange pygmy puff out and resting it on the table beside his chair. Silly thing had somehow rolled all the way from the barn to his hut earlier, and was probably now going to roll around the staff room. But he didn't care; he had to read essay after essay on trolls and troll relatives.
Sigh. Williamson was going to be here all night, wasn't he.
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