 Professor ^_^ ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The Ary in the memory was repeatedly pounding his fists upon the bedroom door, pounding his little fists until they hurt. Naturally, no such thing had ever occurred since his parents always responded to him positively whenever the storms got bad. Anyway. The Slytherin now decided that he had modified the memory as best as he possibly could.
It was for that reason that he got to his feet, picked up his Penseive and carried it to Professor Rou’s desk. He offered her a smile then beckoned at the stone basin. She would figure out what he meant. He allowed her some time to analyse the first memory and then the second, which depicted the true thing: Ary being let into the room and being able to snuggle between the two men where he fell into a peaceful sleep.
He supposed he was getting too big for this sort of behaviour. But then there was Drake now, who was always a comfort to Ary. |