 A Poop * k8 *
Rough day? Ha. HA. Scottie looked up at her question, pausing from lifting the lunchkit flap to look at her momentarily. Why did she think that? Did he look glum? He didn't feel glum. Just anxious. Stressed. "Something on my mind is all. But otherwise I'm fine, promise," he said quickly without much passion behind his words as his brain whizzed away. He pulled his container of soup and his sandwich out of his kit and set them down in front of him. Using his wand, he magic'd the soup to a lukewarm temperature before he undid the lid, then warmed it up some more.
"What about your day?" He asked, trying his best to sound...less.....bland. It was just a default mode when he was anxious about something. His hands also had a bad habit of moving a lot when he was feeling like this. His foot tap tap tapped sporadically.
Ugh. The small talk. It was killing him. On second thought ---
"We need to talk at some point. Seriously talk, I mean," he said as he cleared his throat. His face was sweating.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |