 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
"Sup, Professor," Morgan greeted Recard as he entered the class. It was a cheerful greeting, though maybe a little more subdued than usual. It was hard to keep a Morgan down too long, but circumstances really were making a go of it.
He soon took a seat and leisurely sat back in it, his eyes finding the pictures on the board. "Oh, cool," he blurted out, mostly to himself. But maybe class would be interesting if they'd be talking about abraxans, kelpies, and... some sort of troll with one eye? It was no care of magical creatures class, but history of magic could be cool too, depending on the subject of the day.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |