 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
It might have been cold outside, but at least Morgan remembered his coat today. And even if he hadn't, it was nice and warm inside the greenhouse.
"Sup, Professor?" he greeted her with a cheerful grin as he stepped inside the classroom. "Aw, sweet! Thanks!" he exclaimed as he spotted the hot chocolate. Why yes he would like a cup. And he helped himself before finding a seat.
__________________ 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 |