 from the gala! A Poop * k8 *
Scottie's heart was thumping wildly the whole way to Level Two. Holding a wand to someone and threatening to hurt them wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he was quite determined to do what he thought he needed to do in the moment. He didn't make small talk with Saul on the way, either. He was silent.
"In you go, sir, there," he said politely as could be. "I'm sure your familiar enough with these, but...there's no use trying to get out of 'em. They're secured." He nodded for Saul to step in.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |